Meditating on Monday

Hi, everybody ... it's me, Cosmo.  I know you don't know me very well yet ... because I don't get very many turns to post ... so Tucker said I could have today's post because he couldn't think of anything to say anyway.  SCORE! 

Anyway, it is raining today, which puts me in kind of a sleepy, contemplative mood, and what I've been thinking is best summed up in the words of Rodney Dangerfield:  I don't get no respect! 

What do I mean by this?  Well, pups & kittehs, here's the truth.  I am, let's just cut to the chase, insanely good looking.  I don't say this to be conceited because I'm really not the least bit full of myself.  Still, it's hard to argue with something as smack-you-in-the-face obvious as my good looks.  There are just some irrefutable facts in life:

The sky is blue. 

The grass is green (unless it's sort of yellow where I might have peed on it). 

I'm handsome.  It's sometimes a burden, but what can you do?

And that's all fine and good, but I am not just the sum of my luxurious golden locks or my warm, sensitive brown eyes.  Sometimes people might not think so, but I've got brains, too. I graduated from obedience school.  I even have a diploma with my name on it.  (So what if I sometimes fell asleep in class?  I was still smart enough to pass the final exam!) 

So this is what I've been thinking.  My grandpa is really smart ... and I know he is also well-respected by his peers.  Grandpa wears glasses when he reads, and they do add a certain professorial something to his appearance when he's got them on.  Because he's always losing his glasses, he's got several pairs and it just so happens that he left a pair behind the last time he was at our house.  So I thought I would try them on and see if they do anything for me.  What do you think?



Here's just regular old me.  Cute, right?



And here's me wearing Grandpa's glasses.  Don't I look smart?

Deep thoughts just seem to come more easily when I'm wearing these ...



The square root of Pi is 1.7725

But hmm ... I think something is still missing.  Maybe it's something to do with  my hair.  Does it look too flat?

                                         

I think that did it!  A quick adjustment and I feel ready to discuss the theory of relativity.  E=MC2

Hmm ... maybe I don't need to wear the glasses.  Maybe I just need to wear my hair
a la Einstein and I'll think deep thoughts all the time. 


Or maybe not.  What does E = again?   

 

Ah, who cares.  Being smart is exhausting.  Maybe I'll just settle for being cute!