This is all about our dogs
I was going to write about the baseball lockout. Then it was going to be an essay on the cognitive impact of email. But after the past 48 hours, I've decided about our dogs.
We didn’t have a cake to celebrate this anniversary; I baked some bones.
Well, OK. They were biscuits that were shaped as bones, homemade dog treats for Simba, the black Shar-Pei we adopted one year ago this week.
He loved the biscuits. Then again, he’s not exactly what you’d call a picky eater. He comes running if he hears anything being chopped in the kitchen. Apples. Cabbage. Bok choy. He decided he didn’t like raw ginger, but that was only after he ate a slice on at least three different occasions. The dude loves radishes. But the biscuits have been a special little treat, and really it’s the least I can do given the hole he’s filled in my heart over these past 12 months.
I initially was going to write about the current lockout in Major League Baseball, complaining about the owners and the media members who provide them cover. Then I was going to explain a theory I have that the advances in technology — specifically the Internet and e-mail — have had the cumulative effect of making me dumber because I no longer have to memorize facts nor phone numbers. I can just look them up.
But given everything that has happened globally in the last 48 hours, I decided that I’m going to write about something simple and happy today. I’m going to write about dogs. Our dogs to be more precise.
