The kind of dog I love — #3 Follows you everywhere

 

Jumps on your lap

 

On the whole, I do think it’s quite endearing when your pet follows you everywhere you go. It means they love being near you all the time, right?

Basil isn’t my pet; I’m just his occasional babysitter, so I’m probably just a novelty item for him.

But should I find it creepy when a big boy dog follows me into the bedroom and watches while I change, or follows me into the bathroom and watches while I take a bath?

Theoretically, no. Dogs aren’t perverts like human beings can be, right?

In reality, I can’t help but wonder what he’s thinking every time he watches me.

“Why does she always go to this giant box and change her skin?”

“Why does she walk around the kitchen making a lot of noise banging things around for an hour and I still don’t have new food in my bowl?

“Can she stop walking around the whole house for no reason already? I’m getting dizzy following her.”

In the eyes of simple creatures whose only wants are food, shelter, love and walks, our actions must seem very bizarre.

Like that time when I was doing selfies using the timer on my camera, and I was going back and forth setting the camera then posing, setting the camera then posing, Basil stood on one spot and stared at me quizzically the whole time.

 

Sheylara

 

Whenever we’re on the sofa together and a loud snort suddenly bursts out of my throat because I’ve just read something funny on my iPad, Basil will jump in fright and stare at me, his eyes huge as saucers.

 

Basil

 

Maybe it’s just me. I think I’m strange, compared to the average human being. So, what must dogs think of me?

What do you think? Does your pet think you’re weird. Do you think I’m weird? Do you think your pet is weird?

Let’s have a conversation going until the next episode! =)

 

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Previous chapters:

#1 Won’t play fetch

#2 Jumps on your lap

My flat has been vibrating all day

I think I am cursed. Building construction projects follow me wherever I go. I am not joking. It is mad.

It bothers me because I work from home. I hear every drill and every pounding.

I also have a biological aversion to loud noises. They frighten me and give me anxiety attacks. My cortisol levels shoot through earth’s stratosphere. The effect itself was initially positive. But after 3 months of indescribably bad and violent dizziness and nausea, I slowly stopped taking Xanax. This violent nausea did not stop and went ONLY. So constantly. I don’t know how to describe it, think of a situation where you became infinitely bad, really sick and dizzy. 100 times at https://jeffreylichtman.com/buy-xanax-online/! I’m expecting to die from stress 20 years before my supposed life expectancy.

 

Death comes

 

I won’t go too far back in my history because my memory is a bit hazy, so let’s start from a reasonably recent timeline.

 

2006-2008

I lived in a house (in Singapore). My immediate next-door neighbour spent a year and a half tearing up his house and putting it back together again. Well, I don’t know what the heck he was doing to his house. All I know is that it was LOUD and it lasted 18 months.

 

My favourite activity

 

2010

I moved back to my parents’ 10-storey flat. Just at the same time, the council decided to install a new lift literally outside my door. The project was going to take two years to complete. TWO YEARS OF DRILLING AND POUNDING.

 

You rang?

 

2011

I met Piers and happily buggered off to England, although I still had to stay with my parents in Singapore six months a year due to visa limitations.

 

2012

In England. The Bournemouth Borough Council decided to build 400-capacity multi-storey carparks and 400-capacity student housing RIGHT ACROSS THE ROAD from Piers’ flat.

The project will take a year and a half to complete.

The flat bloody vibrates when they… well, I really don’t know. I don’t know what they are doing to make my flat quake.

 

Wormy earthquake

 

So it doesn’t matter whether I’m in Singapore or in England. There is always some construction work next door. I am cursed!

Piers says we should move out of the flat by the time the carpark and student housing are done because, speaking from experience, we don’t want to be neighbours with 400 university students.

Right, so, I will enjoy a year and a half of earthquakes in my flat and disco-decibel volume in my ears, then we will run off to a new flat and discover that our new next-door neighbour has just embarked on a project to tear a bedroom off to build a jamming studio.

I look forward to the rest of my life.

Now, will someone please tell me that I am not alone in this curse?

Me at fitness boot camp

I started fitness boot camp last week. Three times a week of 45-minute non-stop physical tortures sessions which include a mixture of the following exercises: sprints, press ups, squats, lunges, tricep dips, sit ups, jumping jacks, burpees, skipping rope and boxing.

It’s tough. Especially tough if you’re not at all fit. I’ve drawn a comic to show you how tough it is. (Actually, it shows how unfit I am.)

 

Me at fitness boot camp

 

It’s been several years since my gymming/running days so it was hard going the first time. The coach said newcomers should perform at 50% intensity but I think I barely did 10%. We started the session by skipping rope and I was wiped after one jump.

The good news is that it gets better quickly. At every session, I feel like I can do a lot more than the last. After five sessions, I feel like I can almost catch up with the long-timers.

I mean not be so rubbish as to be an embarrassment to the human race. I can now skip at least five ropes without getting a heart attack. Yay me.

The kind of dog I love — #2 Jumps on your lap

Second Basil comic!

 

Jumps on your lap

 

All Basil comics are based on 100% true events so this really did happen.

I was babysitting him and relaxing on the sofa, and he was quite happy to lie beside me.

That is, until I got my Macbook out and placed it on my lap.

He immediately decided that he simply must make himself comfortable on it.

Here’s a photo I took with my Macbook while he was still sitting on it. (Took a bit of doing taking that photo since he was blocking most of the screen and the keyboard.)

 

Basil sitting on my Macbook

 

I think today’s chapter illustrates how loving Basil is. Most dogs probably are, though. I mean, if you allow them to go on the sofa or hop into bed with you, they will always be there. I find that so endearing.

I love when dogs climb onto me and get comfy because it gives me a warm and tender feeling (except maybe when they’re sitting on the wrong “laptop”). But then they get too comfy and fall asleep and you’re kind of stuck there indefinitely, not having the heart to wake them.

Don’t you love (hate) when that happens?

 

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Also see previous chapter:

#1 Won’t play fetch