The Artistic Dog
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Gonna change my way of thinking Make myself a different set of rules Gonna put my good foot forward And stop being influence by fools
Down here in Rumpy Pumpy Court we’ve been social distancing for a week now. I confess that sometimes over the years I’ve felt I’ve been social distancing as a normal way of life. After all, as you well know, I am a superior sort of springer, which means I don’t mix naturally with most other…
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Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son?; Oh what did you see, my darling young one? I saw a new-born baby with wild wolves all around it, I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it, I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin’, I saw a roomful of men with their hammers a-bleedin’, I saw a white ladder all covered with water, I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken, I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children, And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard And it’s a hard rain’s gonna fall
Just occasionally it makes sense to own up to being a dog, a fine Springer Spaniel indeed, to suit my purpose rather than continuing my real belief that I am actually a member of the upper-class human being group. However, as this rather frightening current health scenario develops, I will be making no attempt to…
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It’s gonna be the meanest flood, that anybody’s seen
Its been too long away I know but I do have some sort of excuse to give you all. The Old Boy was poorly early last month with a bad throat – probably too much talking, knowing him – and then I’ve been poorly for nearly two weeks. I really haven’t felt like doing anything,…
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If love is a sin, then beauty is a crime All things are beautiful in their time
Merry Christmas everybody. I hope you are all having a good time today, it’s still early(ish) so I think I can safely assume there’s not too much alcoholic debris hanging about yet. No doubt there will be an increasing number of you feeling unwell later but, there we are, all you human beings never seem…
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The festival was over, the boys were all plannin’ for a fall The cabaret was quiet except for the drillin’ in the wall The curfew had been lifted and the gamblin’ wheel shut down Anyone with any sense had already left town He was standin’ in the doorway lookin’ like the Jack of Hearts
I’ve not been well. I’ve been very uncomfortable and embarrassed. All through kindness (and possibly my gluttony). Him Indoors was very kind and, as a special treat, bought me a Pigs Ear. I loved it, it was smashing. I loved it so much that I ate it very quickly in one afternoon. Therein may lay…
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I heard the sound of thunder, it roared out a warnin’ Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin’ Heard ten thousand whisperin’ and nobody listenin’ Heard one person starve, heard many people laughin’ Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley
Him Indoors has turned very strange since I last wrote. He’s always been a bit of a current affairs fan-boy, keeping up to date with the news and suchlike programmes on TV. He’s always read newspapers – obviously the football pages – but also the politics and world affairs. His addiction has helped me lots…
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Disillusioned words like bullets bark, as human gods aim for their mark; Make everything from toy-guns that spark, to flesh-coloured Christs that glow in the dark; It’s easy to see without looking too far, that not much is really sacred
He’s back! He’s back to an almost normal existence. He’s at home – mostly. I’ve just about forgiven him, we’ve returned to semi-normality and I have been spoiled rotten for most of the last week. You folks probably think I’m heartless in how I exploit his love, but sometimes it has to be done. Just…
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Warlords of sorrow and queens of tomorrow, will offer their heads for a prayer; You can’t find no salvation have no expectations, anytime, anywhere, anyplace
I come to dictating to you this evening from a slight disadvantage from my usual perspective. Since the weekend before last, Him Indoors has barely been around (only Sunday afternoon, when he has set about spoiling me) because on that weekend he was busy leading “American Epic Weekend”. I realized how this was all a…
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You might be a rock’n’roll addict prancing on the stage, You might have drugs at your command, women in a cage; You may be a businessman or some high-degree thief, They may call you Doctor or they may call you Chief; But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed You’re gonna have to serve somebody
Its late but I have to tell you www.wreckingballradio.net, available via website and other places, IS THE GREATEST RADIO STATION ON EARTH! BAR NONE! I dictate these words to Himself accompanied by some of the greatest current music you can ever hear. Well, goodness me. Where does this view start? So much to write about.…
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Some of us turn off the lights and we lay up in the moonlight shooting by, Some of us scare ourselves to death in the dark to be where the angels fly
This feels like I’m writing an emergency view from the pavement. Well, not an emergency, but what the newspapers would call News Extra! I’ve been sat with Him Indoors most of the last week watching the mad events in Westminster, as the Prime Minister Bonkers Johnson got smashed down by a load of his so-called…
