Through the Mist

Dogs are so faithful and lovable animal. I love dogs and I have a cute puppy in my home. I choose each and every thing for my dog best. I stitch many clothes with different colors to my cute pet. I provide the best carpet for it, and mainly the food container. Especially that dog bowl was made and decorated by myself. I bought a bowl in shop and I washed it clearly. My puppy likes only blue colors. So I painted blue color with designs. Dog water bowls are very important. We should change periodically it. After feeding it should be neatly washed otherwise germs will affect that dog bowl. I love my pet, so I keep my entire puppy’s item neat and tidy.

Imagine living underwater for several years.  Now choose a body to live in.  My choice would be an Octopus.  Quite an odd creature, the octopus, with eight legs and that big head.  I figure that its small enough to get around and large enough to avoid trouble  Eight legs could come in handy for eating, walking, capturing small prey and when trying to style my hair.  My suction cup tentacles could help me to hang on during turbulent weather as well as anchor me to the bottom of a ship if I wanted to indulge in some free travel.  Quite a delightful way to see the world, if I say so myself.  So, what would you be

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Each day on this Earth consists of many experiences, some happy, some sad, most just ambiguous.  So, what exactly is this concept of “Heaven on Earth” ?  Well, here’s how I see it:  Heaven is a compilation of happy moments, things that make you smile.  We need the counterbalance of the other experiences to be able to appreciate the good. So, what counts as heaven?  Stolen glances from a loved one.  Listening to the uncontrolled giggling of a small child.  Savoring the last piece of chocolate.  The peacefulness of the sunrise.  The beauty of the relentless waves of the ocean.  Make your own list and start to collect these treasures before its too late…

If I could, I’d tell my best-friend to grow up and take a hard look at her life. I love her to death, but she parties non-stop, frivolously spends all her money and treats men like objects. I like to think that she’d listen without a fight, but I’m fairly sure she would hate me for awhile, but hate eventually fades to resentment and then to acceptance. I fear for her because of her wild ways and I think that would anger her. I realize that she’s a grown up woman, but she acts like a bratty teenager.