Dog viewing

Jack Russell
Doberman
Bulldog

Slightly awoke, just enough to open my eye lips, to look at the face of the clock. I was shocked to know it was pointing at 11pm. Trying hard to recall the event before I feel asleep; the only memory stamped in mind was we were watching the last part of 60 minutes and I complained about the cold. I covered myself under the balmy bed quilt and lying on my comfort bed with bloods drew into my stomach to digest my loaded dinner. Astonishing on how much I had slept, I struggled to get up to fulfil my commitment to practise my dance routine. Obviously, my body did not listen to my head anymore, or my head did not even try hard to control my body limps, I glued to the bed and fell into a soundly sleep again. My sleep affection syndrome is the after effect to my under sleep weekday life.

Sunday afternoon was spent stroking along Port Melbourne beach. I found a live Jazz band playing in one of the dock restaurants. Hmm…… on one Sunday I must have to gather a few friends to relax and enjoy the lazy Sunday in this restaurant. Beach walking for us is for puppy/doggy viewing. We (or just me) would, along the way, hold up a palm size puppy, chase up a Doberman, delight on a Jack Russell Terrier, or pointing figure at the ass of a Bulldog.