The Big Epiphany on Bookmarking Sites
Some time, usually around eight or nine oÃ¢â‚¬â„¢clock after an extended morning nap, Beary will stretch out his front and hind paws to the sound of a squealing yawn. He will then proceed with a body shakedown, sit, stare and commence his potty plea, which sounds a bit oddly like a five-year-old whiny, constipated child. And if I am just lagging a tad on taking him out for a #1, #2 or #3 (thatÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s #1 & #2, fyi), he will eventually chomp in the air to remind me that he needs to attend to his business Ã¢â‚¬â€œ right now. That becomes routine. But what I get a slight chuckle out of sometimes is the next thing he does.
For some reason, IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve always been the type to constantly try to decipher what BearyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s trying to convey, why heÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s doing what heÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s doing and why he chomps the air. I figure, there have to be some parallels to our furry counterparts that we can relate to our lives. So, in Ã¢â‚¬Å“markingÃ¢â‚¬Â his territory, IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve come to the conclusion that I do something very similar. Bookmarking. I like to surf the Web for *creative inspiration* and what-not, which is when it dawned on me one day Ã¢â‚¬â€œ I bookmark sites just as much as he Ã¢â‚¬Å“bookmarksÃ¢â‚¬Â them. And I think thatÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s kind of a funny observation Ã¢â‚¬â€œ like I said, just a slight chuckle. So what does this tell you? 1) I will never be in charge of a scientific study, 2) IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m easily entertained, and 3) I still donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t know why Beary chomps in the air.Ã‚Â