There is a dog outside.
There is a dog outside in my flowerbed.
There is a dog with a death wish outside in my flowerbed.
There is a two-by-four in my garage.
There will soon be a dog under my flowerbed.
I am the genie in the lamp for suicidal dogs.
For some reason, this post reminds me of the Pink Floyd song "Brain Damage":
The lunatic is on the grass
The lunatic is on the grass
Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs
Got to keep the loonies on the path
The lunatic is in the hall
The lunatics are in my hall
The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
And every day the paper boy brings moreAnd if the dam breaks open many years too soon
And if there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with dark forbodings too
I'll see you on the dark side of the moonThe lunatic is in my head
The lunatic is in my head
You raise the blade, you make the change
You re-arrange me 'till I'm saneYou lock the door
And throw away the key
There's someone in my head but it's not me.And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear
And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon
Dog's point of view:
Target acquired. Bed of cool fresh dirt.
Closing. Aromatic cat poop on site.
We are good to go. That's good to go.
Alert, alert. Hostile at 2 o'clock, garage area.
We have confirmed, a hostile at 2 o'clock. 2 by 4. Abort, I say again, abort. Return to base.
I love dog homicide haiku:
Hey dog! Get out now!
My flowers, they are precious!
Say yer prayers, doggie!
Dog barking in the back yard
Dog barking I'm losing my grip
Dog barking and barking and barking
Dog barking as I pick up the spade
Dog not barking
So much Fun!
(n.b. I love my dog but he drives me nuts sometimes)
Posted by: Oorgo at August 4, 2005 08:38 AM