David Robbins: It sure is a dog's life -- and their energy is catching
It's a dog's life. This is a conclusion I first came to in the summer of 1980, when I was sitting my Leaving Cert. There is an immutable law of meteorology that states that the weather will always be good when you've got exams. The more important the exams, the sunnier it will be.
So it was that year. I would arrive home between papers, exhausted in mind and body. I would find the house deserted. My mother and our dog were stretched in the sun in the back garden.
It was the dog I envied most. Not a care in the world. No Honours Maths. No Higher Level English. Not even a test in Bone Retrieval FETAC Level 4.