We lavish on animals the love we are afraid to show to people. They might not return it; or worse, they might.

'er indoors outdoors. Bellerive Esplanade , Bellerive. January 2013.

A tricky Theme Thursday this week: CONFESSIONS.

CONFESSIONS?

Here are my CONFESSIONS...

1) I don't rate dogs.

2) If someone tells me I'm "nice", I don't take it as a compliment.

3) I think that people that enjoy the television show Friends must be a bit simple in the head.

4) If I can bring myself to forgive, I really don't forget.

5) Even though it probably isn't true, sometimes I am convinced that collectively, human beings have entered their highest stage of stupidity over the past fifteen years.

6) I have been known to truncate a storybook in the evening to ensure a quicker transition to bed.

7) Sometimes if I say, "It's not you, it's me", I really mean "It's definitely you".

8) Inwardly I judge people who take the elevator rather than the stairs very harshly.

9) I'm more offended by Lord Monckton's supremely rotten head than I am his ludicrous scientific beliefs or right wing ideological stance.

10) I think that people who call other people "loosers" [sic] on Internet forums have reached a height of idiocy that one could have only imagined years ago.