My dog The Roc gets walked 3 times a day. He goes to the bathroom on every trip. Multiple times.
Seriously – I can’t understand how this 20 lb. Min Pin can carry around so much waste inside of his tiny body.
At my old house this wasn’t such a big deal. There was plenty of space to let Roc do his business. I could also let him out in the backyard when necessary.
But at our new apartment in Atlanta there are no woods. There are no big grassy areas. Just a few patches of public walking space.
So 3 times a day I get to bend over with a green baggy and pick up my dog’s mess. Continue reading
I used to watch “The Walking Dead” religiously.
The first season was one of the best I’d ever seen – suspenseful, surprising, and wildly entertaining. I could not contain my excitement for season two.
Then Rick Grimes and his crew showed up on Herschel’s farm. Everything went downhill from there for me.
I plugged along and kept hoping the show would return to the fine form of season 1. But halfway through season 3 I realized something.
I was becoming the audience equivalent of a walker – a television zombie.
I was not watching “The Walking Dead” anymore because I liked it. I was watching out of habit and hating myself for it.
This is not me trying to dissuade you from watching “The Walking Dead”. 16 million people still seem to be really enjoying it. If you’re one of those people, keep cheering on Daryl and the gang.
This post is me challenging you to not become a television zombie. Continue reading