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BEING THE DOG THAT I AM I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE
FUNNY
Being the dog that i am i thought it would be funny to get the dogs in the yard beside me barking like mad fools, like i do at times . . .MOST OF THE TIME. { I’m always getting scowled at get in the house}. Not this time.
An area had been cleaned of its debrise here at THEDOGHOUSE, allowing a two foot wide area of walking space, my space, NEW SPACE, UNEXPLORED SPACE. WAGGY TAIL SNOOP AROUND YIPPEE. Two new yards [ Somebody elses dogs]on the other side of the fence that ARF ARF ARF YAP YIP YAP at me. So i woof and woof woof woof ! Woof woof woof. neighbours get up set master scowles me.
THAT I AM THE DOG THAT I AM I
COULD smell the other two dogs I wag my tail for master to let me out. Fallen leaves painted my way to sneak about loud crunches under my paws calls of something near then ARF ARF ARF BOWOW BOWOW BOWOW AND BORORORO
THE DOG THAT I AM?
WOOF WOOF BOWOW LAY DOWN WAG MY TAIL BOWOW ARF WOOF WOOF. BOWOW. WAGGING TAIL HAPPY DOG. WHERE’S MY TREAT.
I thought that the dog in me would be that i am But being the dog that i am i thought it would be That i am the dog in me.
Wrap your brain around that. ARF ARF ARF BORORORO WOOF WOOF BUT NOT BOWOW. FORGET THE ARF. JUST WOOF WOOF. IN THEDOGHOUSE IT’S WOOF WOOF. ARF ARF BORORORO IS KITTY STUFF. WE WOOF WOOF. NOT BOWOW OR YAP YAPPY
BEING THE DOG THAT I AM I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE
TO KEEP THINGS OUT
TO WATCH GUARD
TO GIVE CLEAR WARNING
TO WOOF WOOF OUT
TO BE FRISKY AND TO PLAY
So . . .Being the dog that i am i am playing, being frisky, having a grand old-time, getting the dogs in trouble next yard SMELL THEM OUT.
Then it’s, YIP YIP WAG WAG RUN ACROSS MY YARD SNIFF SNIFF HAPPY POUNCE happy pounce. THE DOGS NEXT YARD IN great big TROUBLE NOT ME. NO WOOF WOOF JUST YIP YIP AND YIPPEE
Then it’s, WOOF WOOF BARK BARK WOOF WOOF YUP THAT’S THE DOG IN ME. LAY DOWN STOP SIT AND STAY RUN AND PLAY.
I like the dog in me, that i am that i thought i would be. The dog that i am, peed on the carpet chewed a whole in the floor ate the walls lost your socks and buried your shoe. I get the left overs get rub downs here and there i’m a good boy.
BARK WOOF BARK AND WOOF WOOF WOOF BARK BARK WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF AND BARK WOOF AND BARK.
So woof woof and woof off let me be the dog in me no arf arf forget bowow borororo it’s woof for me woof woof woof more woof woof woof woof woof woof woof woof woof woof woof woof woof woof one more woof.
I wag my tail proud and happy my master looks out at yip and yappy Neighbours yell master scowling stop that barking!
Now here I sit my masters feet proud and happy cause they are still yip and yappy bowow and borororo neighbours yell masters scowl.
Good boy.
WHERE SHOULD I BE BY SANYAVERO TO MR. > STAINES.
I am where i want to be, inside myself, with me.
Sometimes it gets crowded with interruptions.
A little of me a little of you, bs ds xs & Es.
I like being by my self, all alone in my head.
B A R P X, Always x’s, &, the wave-length.
I think i’ll go shovel dirt today, did i not put bags here.
Where should i be? Scraping dog-shit, with a little you in my head.
Laugh the memories, namely memories to many to be said.
A P R, M O Y, B A R , got to get a bag, where should i be, with you.
Now i have to go get a bag, to pick up shit, before i can move on.
Inside myself answering questions of b, a r e, & the x, once again, f r g. X and d, p and r, a b c, inside of me, where should i be, a little of you, a little of me, abc. B A R, P & X , inside of me where should i be.
B a r, p e x, b r p, inside of me, where should i be. Where should i be
I pick up dogshit, thoughts of you, inside my head. I turn the corner, turning back to b a r p, with the x, frg, a r b.
If there’s mistakes, a b c, a r p. For get the x, remember e, & b a p. Where should i be, where should i be, where should i be, where should i be, a little you, a little me, cleaning dog shit, x again, in my head, alone with you. In my head, a b c once again.
THE WORDPRESS.COM BLUES
I feel it in the bottom of my rambling shoes i have this feeling called wordpress.com blues.
I have no lithium My camera don`t work I can`t take pictures My fingernails hurt Dogs in the kennel birds in the house Monster snowflakes are falling and i can`t get out. I have the wordpress.com blues.
People and their Dogs
So i went outside and said . . .Why do you come here and let your dog dirty on my yard. The dog started barking at me showing his teeth. So i said. What if i followed you to your home and dirty on your lawn. The dog stopped barking at me and latched onto my leg humping. What ever, i said . . .Turned out the person was a deaf-mute and the dog was in heat. I went back inside with a dirty scratched up leg and thankful it was not rabies.
It is nice to have dogs, pets of any kind as far as that goes. But having a pet means you clean up after them and not leave the mess for other people to clean or step in it. It is called courteous. I myself have two dogs and they dirty in my yard and I clean it, or they have their pen and I clean that too.
But to go outside and stand in someone else’s dog dodo is just nasty. Because
I didn`t poop here did you
not only do i have to clean up that crap, i have to wash my shoes, and be thankful i knew dog crap was on my shoes rather walk all over my home getting it all over my floors.
Besides the little children play outside, why should they play in somebody elses dog crap full of filthy flies. Then you wonder why the kids are sick.
Tell you what i did though . . .I won enough money at the bingo and put up a fence. Maybe people should care enough to walk with plastic bags, when they take their dogs out. And a lot of people do and a lot of people don`t.
