I realized this morning that my dog watches me practice Martial Arts every morning. I’m almost positive he’s just trying to figure out what the hell I’m doing and if it’s something he should be concerned about, but maybe, just maybe, he’s watching so he can practice when I leave for work. Maybe he’s a secret dog ninja. Or some sort of dog kung fu expert. He’s got the whole zen thing down.
He’s just one can of mutagen away from being a superhero!