Musings, reflections, wisecracks from a somewhat creative mind

Posts tagged ‘staring’

Dogs and owners – look alike? Nah.

Not long ago someone told me my dog, Chloe, and I looked similar. I think he meant the curly, blondish hair thing. Here are photos to compare – taken this morning – fed and caffeinated but unbrushed:

Unbrushed Poodle Mama

June 11, 2011 Unbrushed Poodle Chloe

Unbrushed Poodle Chloe (the perfect dog)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

For starters, Chloe doesn’t wear glasses. While she has beautiful, loving eyes, they are brown, not green, like mine.

Her nose is much bigger although she sports just the one chin, which is a plus.

Our lips are utterly different – being that I have them and she doesn’t really.

Overall, I think Chloe is rather more stylish looking and knows how to strike a pose. And while some have told me I’m pretty, everyone says Chloe is beautiful.

Other comparisons could include:

We both have to carry our licenses with us – her method (the collar method) is more efficient than a wallet. Of course, she doesn’t have pockets so how would she carry a wallet?

I don’t lay around on the floor all the time. That would be silly. Dogs can be silly all the time if they want to. Both Chloe and I have trouble getting up from the floor – an odd similarity.

I don’t feel the need to sniff the perimeter of my yard. Apparently Chloe does, at great length.

I do NOT put my chin on a lap when I want attention/affection. (Bet it would work, though.)

Chloe has a great advantage with the “I’m-going-to-stare-at-you-until-I-get-what-I-want” thing. She’s raised that skill to an art form.

Speaking of … gotta go. Chloe “wants something”.

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The answers, my friend, are glowing in the fridge

How many times have I found myself staring into the glowing interior of my refrigerator without a reason or purpose. Countless times. It’s an autopilot type of impulse. Mind gone blank? Look in the fridge. Want “something”? Look in the fridge. Know you are supposed to do something but can’t remember what? Look in the fridge. Half awake? Look in the fridge. Ad infinitum.

I even do that with other people’s refrigerators. And they seem to understand. Why? Maybe they do it, too. Is it universal? Do people all over the world “refrigerator gaze”?

Will refrigerator gazing replace “contemplating my navel” and “blue skying”?

Maybe we do this “gazing” because the fridge is where the instant gratifier, food, lives. We know we’ll feel/think/know better if we can just have that yummy tummy/slightly buzzed feeling. (Mmmmmm – beer, or insert favorite edible here).

Or maybe we’re just bored …

Maybe we’re training ourselves for the inevitable last journey where we really need to remember to “look into the light”.

Or maybe we think the fridge has “the answers”. I’m going to go ask it now, because, the answer, my friends, is glowing in the fridge.