Lively Oh So

I had a fight with one of my closest friends due to his misunderstanding. That time he was about to get married. Even though heartbroken I didn’t want to hurt him and acted like I was happy. I attended his marriage and was his best man on his wedding day. Also I did my best to furnish his new home with all the necessary household things. I did all with tears in my eyes. I wanted to give him a lasting last gift. Even now I want to forget those hard days.

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I love history of the ancient world so much. Even in fiction books I love reading historic fictions. I have a relatively large collection of books which was one of my childhood ambitions. Also I love to collect classic and rare songs. Every day I dedicate some time for downloading those songs in to my repository. I love listening to the evergreen melodies of my favorite music composer. I love nature in its pristine form. I’d prefer going to a forest to a pub. I love to go for mountaineering with my friends.

I have one of the greatest dogs in the world. I adopted him one year ago this month from a local human society. When I saw his sad eyes staring at me they told me that nobody wanted him because he was considered a senior dog at the age of 7 and people only come in to see puppies. I go come on let’s take him outside leash him up for me. I wasn’t sure if it was he was excited that he finally had fresh air up his super sniffer or if nobody cared to train him. He pulled on that leash like he was an ox pulling a plow in a field. His tail didn’t stop wagging the whole time in fact I think it created the breeze that day. After spending about two hours with him it was decided he was going to be a part of my family. However when I got him home and he recovered from his ummm uhhh “surgery” to remove some man parts he was raring to go for walks. But I learned very quickly that he was not just excited to get fresh air in him and that is why he was pulling so hard. I missed a wee little line. Almost like the small print on an infomercial. Except mine said dog is not leash trained. He was choking gagging and near puking on these regular dog collars. So we had to upgrade to a German choke which he walks like a gentleman that he really is. Not only did he upgrade his living quarters from a concrete floor to a Vera Wang pillow top bed he upgraded his dog collar from a dull dirty brown boring to a shiny metal German choke. Only to be used when he is walking of course.

During my college days our lecturers used to call one of us to come in front of the class and solve some mathematics problems. One of our friends would willingly participate and voluntarily go to the black board. But while solving the problems he would enact and mimic the lecturer who is standing by knowing nothing of it. The whole class would roar with laughter. The funniest thing is the lecturers thought that he was good and we were making fun of him. So they again and again called him to solve the problems.