Ever since I shared that photo essay last week on the war dogs, I can’t seem to get the vision of that war dog jumping out of the plane out of my head.
I know that I could never make it as a war dog. Could you imagine me sniffing out land mines or taking out the enemy? No, me neither.
But jumping out of a plane? I hear it’s like hanging your face out of the car window – only better.
Mum told me there is more to skydiving than just taking a leap. You need to know when to open the parachute so you don’t get squashed when you land – and this is a job that requires thumbs. You also need to steer yourself so you don’t land on a tree or the like, and get squashed – again, a job for thumbs. Oh and mum told me that my eyes just couldn’t handle that amount of wind, they’d probably dry out and look like little raisins before I ever hit the ground.
This news has kind of got me down. I mean, why is it all the fun things in life require thumbs? It’s just not fair.