You wouldn’t believe that the dog in the featured image is a cunning assassin. But she is. A playful ball of white fluff who thoroughly enjoys chasing a squeaky toy by herself, and snuggling up on your bed or lap at any given point is not the type of canine one would associate with being hostile. The thing is though, she doesn’t appreciate children getting all up in her personal space. And I get that. You’re used to hanging around adult humans, those who lavishly praise and love you constantly (unless you’ve left a present in their bedroom in a desperate attempt at some extra attention.) And then a smaller sized human comes along and tries to either pet you by pulling your hair too hard, or play with you by stealing your toys. Does this miniature adult not realise you much prefer backing up and pouncing on the elephant with no one else involved? So you lose your shit and bite him on the face. As he stumbles toward his mother, crying and gasping, the words “the dog ate my face” are dribbling out of his mouth. We gather our belongings as if there’s a tsunami approaching and very quickly vacate the area so as not to have you euthanised. Please stop attacking children, Coco.
Gabrielle Gassin
A mother’s musings on life
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Failing at anything you’ve worked hard for is unhelpful for trying to maintain positivity. Having a car crash at the fault of the other driver pertains to development of a rather dreary attitude. Getting rejected by Collette Dinnigan for having too big of a bust is more than a little hurtful. But, finding out a teacher you had for four years’ house has burnt down, and her husband has died, could possibly be seen as the icing on the cake for a superb day.
Life is long and happy and unpredictably short.
Having “a bad day” can be redefined when things like this happen. I can be grateful to be alive and lucky to be able to enjoy “a bad day” whilst someone else is missing their husband for ever, and whose children no longer have a father.
Let’s count our blessings.
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We travelled to Barcelona in 2012, and stumbled upon some seemingly unusual happenings, particularly at the beach. When the asian lady that was massaging my friend rapidly ceased to do so and was flat on the sand before you could say, well anything really, because the police went past, well that was an interesting occurrence.
They aren’t actually allowed to be giving massages to randoms tourists on the beach because it is “working” illegally. If you had been there at this time, you’d have noticed that suddenly the Indian men walking amongst the multitudes of people calling out “cold beer, cerveza”, “mohito, fresh mohito” or “coconut” and making some very strange noises in order to attract attention, had grown silent.
In this case, you could have then paid more attention to the men and women walking around the beach, completely naked. My boyfriend did indeed capture a fantastic photo which epitomises this phenomenon and will be forever in etched into my brain. Joy.
Gabrielle Gassin 