I’ve been described as a “Renaissance Man” because of my wide range of interests. I’ve always thought that it was kind of cool to be described that way.
However, my dog has enlightened me. He’ll be lying calmly. I walk toward where I leave my car keys and he’s up and moving like a lightning bolt. “Car! Ride!”
I walk out the back door to the deck. “Grill! Food!”
There’s a noise outside. “Squirrel!”
You get the picture. Unfortunately, I realized that Renaissance Men are…
Maybe that’s why the dog and I get along.