As the quarantine draws out, I notice the humans around me are looking for distractions from the tedium of the house-bound days.
From what I can discern, my humans, even though they have limitless time with fewer responsibility. or at least different responsibilities, are having a bit of a struggle adapting to the new isolated life style.
To alleviate the sensation that the four walls are closing in, the humans in my house have increased their screen time.
My bestest human discovered relief in the form of TikTok. I think it is because the videos are short and always entertaining. I am guessing my human’s mental capacity is nearing its limit and she can only process so many lengthy articles.
Right now she appears to be all fingers and thumbs, but I’ve heard a chuckle or two as she maneuvered through the strange land that is TikTok.
Below are three 15 second TikToks, starring none other than yours truly, that landed (for the entire collection search pawsitivelyjack on the TikTok app).
Enjoy her joy.
Covid19 Diary Entry – The Zoomies
I may be Sassy, but she is Savage
You are my CuppyCake
I love days like today When I surrender to my imagination and expand my immediate surroundings into an entire universe.
One minute I am at the park running in the snow; the next I notice the snow and the clouds have similar dimples. Suddenly I am walking on the clouds, pretending I can reach out and touch the sun.
In my heart, I know we are meant to experience the world in rich and vibrant ways. Imagination is one of the ingredients that bring this magic to our lives.
Dream. And dream big,
January 1, 2020. The big first day of the first month of a new year.
Try to imagine the next 8760 hours. Oh, the infinite possibilities, each tinged with a dash of hope that this year we might figure out how to get life right, consistently.
Even as I envision the awesomeness of 2020, I tip my imaginary hat to the best parts of 2019.
All the cuddles, kisses and companionship. All the love.
How do you know that it is the wrong time of year to stop and smell the roses? (A rhyming answer to a winter riddle)
When the rose isn’t a rose
and you get thistles up your nose
and in your toes.
I’ll be back,
Living with humans allows me a window into their world. And I am ok with a lot of their interesting but peculiar habits and customs. I often join in occasionally, no questions asked. But even I have to draw the line at what I feel is beneath my dignity.
Wearing a Santa hat is one of those times. They wanted me to be Santa Jack. I know humans think it is cuteness glorified and I hate to put a damper on the festivities, but I am not Santa in any variation, nor do I strive to be. Being likened to Santa is a lot of pressure. Imagine having to find the perfect gift for everyone. That is so not me.
Plus, I really only have one gift to give. A special Jack hug and maybe a few doggie kisses.
PS. My human caught me off guard and did manage is snap off this one photo right before I tugged the Santa hat off. Yep, it is about what I expected.
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I love to go outside and kiss the sun and have the sun kiss me back.
I love to hug the crisp air and wrap it around me like a cool breeze on a winter day.
I love to sing to the trees and hear their naked branches join in the chorus.
It’s a philosophy of life.
Sometimes you get right out there in the world and you get messy. You run in the wind; you jump in the puddles; you run after squirrels; and you roll in the mud.
And sometimes you sit on the back of the sofa and bring the world to the window.
Photo courtesy of The Doggie Den
Four dogs sauntered to the backyard for a game of double-ball birthday fetch. Only two came back with the prize.
Can you guess which two?
Yep, me and my buddy Hank.
Tammy gathered the dogs for a birthday game of chase and fetch. She held four tennis balls in her hands.
As she explained the rules, I took a quick look around and made mental count of the dogs who were eager to play fetch. Bucko, Hank, Mercer, Monica and Phoebe. When I included myself in the mix, I came up with a total of 6.
Four tennis balls.
This was about to become a game of high jumps, scrambles and takeaways.