One of my quirks is that I have a lot of “common sense brain farts” that I have a hard time making sense of after I realized what I did wrong, and then I continue to beat myself up over them. I had one recently involving my dog, a mini Schnauzer whom I love more than life itself.
I had to bring him with me to my band practice because my girlfriend was visitting her parents, my mom was in Canada and my dad was golfing all day. No big deal, my girlfriend and I bring him places all the time and he falls asleep in his kennel, long as we work in a good long walk for him, however, as it gets warmer we probably wont be able to do that as much. Regardless, hes always parked in shade with windows cracked and always has a bowl of water.
However, for some reason when I brought him to the practice space, I was worried that if I park him somewhere too somebody might try to steal him. I was parked in a sunnier area. I had him out walking around with me until the rest of my band showed up. My singer said “you're gonna move him into the shade right?” I just said “Yea of coarse!”... i moved my car to a nice cool shady spot where also nobody could see him, left the windows open just a bit, and took him out and walked him around on all our breaks. Everything was fine but I keep beating myself up over not just parking in the shady spot to begin with. My brain was worrying about something less likely to happen and not worrying about whats more likely to happen (heat exaustion). Granted he wouldnt have stayed in the sunnier spot anyways because I made the decision to keep him out with me until my band mates showed up... still my singer shouldnt have to remind me... of coarse i know that he should be parked in the shade.
Like I said I love my dog more than life itself and I stress out about his well being and making sure hes safe... i kick myself thinking about this “common sense brain fart” I had..
30 Apr 2018, 11:20 am
