John Harpsicord*), a follower of this blog, asked: What about the name of this blog dude! “Survive the Apocalypse” – I can’t find any apocalyptic content and no survival tips. Huh? WTF is that all about? Confusing.
Well John, at face value you do have a point. So let me explain why in fact this blog is ALL about surviving the apocalypse suggestions.
Once the apocalypse strikes – which may happen earlier than you think, through a deadly combination of global warming, over-population and some completely inept political leaders (so sad !) – there is very little that we can do. Stocking up on emergency food, baseball bats and pepper spray may sound like a sound strategy, but in reality you won’t know what has hit you. So the best survival strategy is… enjoy life while you can! Take life with a grain of salt and a lot of humor, because none of us know how long we or good ol’ Earth will be around.
The apocalypse does make for some great reading, as reflected in my adventure novels (curious ? Look here www.clemenssuter.com/books), and you can find a lot of information about these books on this blog, which is another explanation for the name.
And finally: aren’t we all, in one way or another, surviving our own personal apocalypse each and every day? Life can be tough as shit; and most confusingly, it is also absolutely beautiful. That’s what I try to bring across in my books and in the title of this blog: the negative of the Apocalypse and the beauty of Survival. Yin and Yang. And the confusion of it all: there are no easy explanations, life is complex and unpredictable.
*) name (slightly) changed
Survive the apocalypse with appropriate headwear. Life is a contradiction and can be confusing as hell, so better enjoy it while you can (Photo by Charles Deluvio)
Spot our dog Buddy in this photo. Can you find him?
(I told me spouse we shouldn’t get a black dog ;-)
Our dog Buddy does have some strange doghabits. After sharing his companionship for 10+ years, I suspect that he knows exactly what makes me tick, but some of his behaviors are still a book with seven seals to me. This is one of them: he will suddenly turn on his back and get into a weird, convoluted posture and stare up at us.
It took me a while to figure out this is simply attention seeking. Buddy will do anything to get attention, and groveling is no issue for him. Doghabits! He invites me (or any random visitor, or any unknown lady in the street for that matter) to rub his chest and belly. Scarily enough, he bares his jaws and teeth at the same time, making him look like a little devil… and scaring most innocent bystanders away. The latter are in many cases already confused by his spread-out hind legs, offering a full view on his private parts (of which two essentials are missing since his castration).
The Mysterious Ways of the Labrador
And he is inseparable from his tennis balls. I have to buy new ones regularly, since although Buddy loves them intimately, he loses (and forgets) them as quickly as they drop from his jowls. Labradors are retrievers, and thus having something in their mouth (a ball, a stick, a piece of cloth) is apparently highly comforting. Sometimes he shares his bed with three tennis balls and a deflated basket ball.
Doghabits. Buddy the Labrador Retriever showcases some interesting behavior.
You can read more about Buddy our dog by clicking on this hyperlink.
It is Buddy, our Labrador. This grin may look threatening, but in reality he is completely relaxed and waiting for somebody to scratch his belly.
The bigger the stick, the better. It is impressive what size of stick Buddy can carry – the one on this photo is medium-sized. Over the years he also learned to grab them in the middle.
This time, one of my sons tied a rag around his head, but Buddy doesn’t mind (as his wagging tail shows). Buddy loves to be a part of a family, and enjoys being at the center of attention.
Buddy is part Labrador, part Pastor Mallorquin. This means that he loves to fetch stuff (the Labrador Retriever part), and that he barks like a madman if unknown people enter the house. His bark is worse than his bite, luckily enough.