The other day, my friend Z asked what I was doing with my T.
It took me a second to figure out what she was asking me.
Was she asking me about the way I pronounce my “t”? My tea? My tee?
She quickly explained that she wanted to know what I was planning to write for the letter T. She was particularly interested to know if I was planning on dedicating the T-blog to the current POTUS, so that she could mentally prepare…
I must admit the letter T was indeed reserved for a blond wavy haired Twitter fanatic. Luckily the twitter-feed I have decided to focus on, only spreads messages that mend the soul (and not… you know… the opposite of that).
Yes, I am talking about Thoughts of Dog.
This twitter account is dedicated to the thoughts, feelings and adventures of a golden retriever.
This dog, who I will referring to as a “he” in spite of not actually knowing if he is male or female, wishes me a gooooob morning on a regular basis.
As you can see, he doesn’t entirely understand punctuation. But then again, why would he? He’s a golden retriever!
Another thing they don’t teach at the puppy academy is the human numeral system. He does however enjoy making lists, so he just improvises:
One of his greatest passions is monitoring the skittle under the fridge. Sadly I wasn’t able to trace the origins of the skittle or why it needs monitoring. That might actually be the point. Because what is more mysterious than an out-of-reach skittle that just appeared out of no where? I’m thankful he’s keeping an eye on that little bugger on behalf of the world…
Besides his beloved humans, the human’s frens and neighbors, my canine guru also has a companion of his own that he shares all his adventures with. It’s his “stuffed fren sebastian”.
For a long time I thought he was a crab… like the Little Mermaid’s conscientious friend Sebastian, you know?
A tweet that I came across recently (but dates back to Dec 2017) taught me Sebastian has floppy ears, so now I don’t really know what Sebastian looks like. But it doesn’t matter, as long as he’s there for this good boy.
Sweet as he is, he still feels very much responsible for the security of the household. To keeps everybody safe and secure, he upholds a clear scale of alert levels. A factor that does complicate things is the fact that, like all dogs, he is colorblind…
His main purpose in life is however, to give and receive love and joy.
I could go on and on forever and never get bored. I could tell you about his philosophical moods and about his love for zooming. I could tell you about his small neighbor human and his car rides.
So there you have it.
I have now let the world know (quite anonymously, but still) that I am not only a big fan of a comic book series written by a grown man in which a child has all sorts of crazy adventures with his stuffed tiger. I am also a huge fan of a twitter feed, written from the point of view of a dog who talks to his stuffed animal, which I now imagine to be crustacean with floppy ears…
And somehow, I still function.
As a matter of fact, escaping from reality is probably the best thing you can do, to maintain your sanity these days!