A Dogs Life

A Dogs Life
You sleep more or less all day, only getting up to eat. You get taken out for walks to burn off all that energy and then you go home and go back to sleep. Your every need is taken care of. Free bed & board. You never need to work and you’re never in debt. You never owe anything to anyone. People will think you’re cute even when you don’t try to be. You’ll never have any complicated relationships or be stalked by any crazy people. You can’t talk, so you never have any arguments. Unconditional love from at least one person is a distinct possibility. However, even at best you’ll probably only live 15 years.

Taking all that into account, I hope I come back as a dog.

Grave Rambling

Grave Rambling
Another of my frequent trips to rural graveyards. This one, just outside Midleton on the road to Castlemartyr in east Cork is tucked away at the side of the road next to an infamous biker pub. It’s a small graveyard with a mix of old and new plots. Photogenic old stones leaning over and loads of decorative iron crosses dotted about the stone wall lined cemetery. Is my ever growing tendency to photograph graves a bit too much on the morbid side? Maybe.. I’ll know I need an intervention when I’m spotted skulking around a gravestone in the pouring rain.