A wonderful moment happened today as I was brushing my dreadlocks out. Although they were easy dreadlocks to untangle, I have so thick a mane that my arms got tired, so I lay on my bed to brush them against the mattress. I didn’t count on my playful and loving dog that would jump on the bed and start kissing me profusely while I was trying to take a snapshot of my hair.
While I was enjoying the moment of love and laughter with Uma, I snapped away… and now I have my new avatar:
I was lying on a blanket in my garden with Uma. I was quite immersed on the book I was reading, and Uma was quite immersed in her nap.
Suddenly, Uma most-loudly farted! Both of us were startled and jumped from the abrupt noise. I couldn’t help it but to immediately follow by nervous giggling, and then to plain unabashed laughter. I couldn’t stop myself! I just hugged her in her confusion and laughed away.
What is it about farts that causes us to laugh so uncontrollably? Dogs are the biggest farters —Uma at the top—, and I don’t see them giving a glimpse of a faintest smile ;)
I just saw this quote and felt the urge to adopt it as a goal, as a motto, as a way of life… :)