The Truth About Dogs

Today was just one of those days. You know, wondering what you're doing with your life, being bored out your skull, and what's one way to fix that? Movies! I was casually flipping through channels, when one of my favorite comedies, Marley And Me popped up on the guide. I only planned to watch a little bit of it, but naturally after a half an hour I was thoroughly invested. If you have seen this movie, and I don't doubt this (If you haven't, for the love of God, stop reading and rent that sucker.) you will know and remember the fantastic tear jerking ending. If you have an ounce of empathy in your soul you will cry at this movie every single time. It never ever fails, I'm telling you right now. These last ten minutes of cinematic perfection give you a rush of feels that not a lot of things can make you experience. (Except for every episode of Fairy Tail.)

Now, I have a dog. She is a nine month old yellow Labrador retriever, and her name is, fittingly, Peaches. This is her a few months ago.

 Adorable, right? I happened to be sitting right next to this little girl when I was watching the end of the movie, and as usual the waterworks started flowing. However, it really got me thinking. By words of John Grogan/Owen Wilson, "A dog has no use for fancy cars, big homes, or designer clothes. A water logged stick will do just fine. A dog doesn't care if you're rich or poor, smart or dumb. Give him your heart and he'll give you his." Dogs will be there 110% of the time, and will never judge you. They love unconditionally, and are some of the only creatures that do. Humans come in and out of your life, and betray and hurt others. Dogs won't hurt a fly. When dogs are old, they'll sit on your lap and stare up at you like you're their whole world. When it's their time, they'll look at you like this, and let you know that you did a good job, and that they love you. I had an older dog who watched over me every minute when I was younger, always being there. Then one day, my Dad came to get me early from school, and a few hours later we said goodbye. I know she's chasing squirrels right now, wherever she is. Dogs don't live as long as humans, but they leave a bigger impact then humans ever could. That is the truth about dogs.

Mr. Sassy Pants And Lung Inhalation

You know it's an off day when you have your hands inside a moose heart and get sassed by a teacher in a matter of two hours. Honestly, I feel bad for substitute teachers sometimes. Obviously their pay sucks, they're normally uptight, and more often then not they are given an extremely hard time. Today, after remembering that we were having a sub, I entered my choir class with a heavy heart. I recalled having this certain sub before, but was still not happy about it. There are these two girls who sit behind me who I'm sure annoy the heck out of everybody. Clearly the only reason they signed up for choir was for the easy A, and it's expressed in the fact that all they do is pass notes and giggle like complete idiots. Obnoxious people affect my brain like nothing else, so these two are part of the reason I don't look forward to choir. Anyway, all the sub wanted to do was get class started, and actually start singing. You know, because, it's choir class, and I could see the red of anger rising in his face. He wanted us to sing along to an accompaniment, but he did not know the music well, and didn't know when to cue is. We missed the beginning of the lyrics 3 or 4 times, and he told us to pay attention to our sheet music. Now, my anger was rising at this point, and I pointed out to him that A, we were used to being cued, and B, we couldn't read music. Well, guess what? Mr. Sassy Pants responded with a snotty, "Well, maybe you should learn to read music then." Very adult of you sir, I greatly appreciate your overflowing maturity.



 However, I assure you that the tail end of this rant/day overview is much better. Next hour was science, and our class was eagerly looking forward to dissecting moose hearts and lungs. Of course, I myself was excited. There were also the typical squeamish kids, but that's beside the point and a rant for another day. I entered the science classroom, smelling blood and something I couldn't detect. Maybe it was whatever internal organs smell like. I don't have experience with that, as I shouldn't. As my teacher started to dissect the heart, I swear the entire class let out a sigh of amazement. I even got to hold it! However, why on earth would I be telling you this if it didn't have some comedic moment? I wouldn't, would I? After observing the heart, my instructor led us over to the lungs, and showed us how the lungs expanded and contracted by blowing into a tube. I kid you not, he accidentally inhaled some blood and lung bits. Being right next to him, it was actually quite disgusting, but a room full of students had a good laugh over that.