Okay, I’ve calmed down a bit since yesterday, but I’m still a rowdy Rebel Dog, woofing my head off about everything, all the time. A rowrowroooof, I tell you.
Here below is a link to a fairly mellow suggestion, compared to most of my canine noise…
As one of those older, bitchier dogs, I remember some years back, when texting was still fairly obnoxious, I walked into a restaurant and saw six young people, probably early twenties, sitting around a table, and they all had their phones in their hands, sitting around a table, I said, and they were all texting… each other!!! Well, at least the silence was rather golden… When I bark my head off for no apparent reason, it’s usually in the middle of the night.
It would have been funny if it weren’t so bizarre. Okay, it was kinda funny, too.
Yeah, I remember being a young pup… I remember being silly (right, okay, yeah, still quite silly), and I doooo remember feeling that I knew a whole lot about many things. It’s funny how all those old sayings are true… The older I get, the more I realize how little I really know, and how much I thought I gnu but realize now that I simply believe a lot of stuff… And how if you don’t clean your room, no one is gonna clean it for you.
Well, ANYWAY. Arf, arf, I need to be arf and have my walkies and maybe some time with my toys today... Ever see a dog draw cartoons? You can see it in the next issue of The Rebel Dog Woofer! Ah JA jajajajajajaja (dogs always laff in Spanish) !! It comes out this week, prolly on Wecklessday…
As Momdog used to say— no, I lie, I made this up myself: Sniff everything, eat only food. This is my life philosophy. And maybe hoard some food, too, for Christmas Yet To Come… (Bury it, I’d say.)
And keep your whiskers clean, it’s gonna be a ruff ride for a while yet.
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