The Artistic Dog
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Come writers and critics who prophesise with your pen, keep your eyes wide the chance won’t come again, don’t speak to soon for the wheel’s still in spin, there’s no tellin’ who that it’s namin’ for the loser now will be later to win, for the times they are a-changin’
This year I have been a little lethargic in writing to you. In truth, this is not my fault but the fault of Him Indoors. He has become so wrapped up in the Festival – and the monthly music gigs – that I have felt a little ignored. In the future, I am going to…
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Every day is the same thing out the door, feel further away than ever before; some things in life, it gets too late to learn, well, I’m lost somewhere, I must have made a few bad turns
It all seems to happening in the political world. It appears, so Him Indoors tells me, that some bloke called Boris – is he Russian? – is now Prime Minister (I thought there were elections but it seems Gordon Brown abandoned that ridiculous idea) and he is now in charge. Of what? I asked The Boss.…
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Every step of the way, we walk the line, Your days are numbered, so are mine; Time is pilin’ up, we struggle and we scrape, All boxed in, nowhere to escape.
Life moves on. I seem to remember writing that Him Indoors was leaving me a lot as he rushed around trying to get his sponsors organized for this year’s Festival. That phase of life seems to have come to an end because in recent weeks we have been all over the place, I don’t think…
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I will write you a letter from time to time, as I’m ramblin’ you can travel with me too; With my head, my heart and my hands, my love, I will send what I learn back home to you
I started dictating this to His Lordship back at Easter time, but you know he’s hardly had any time for me since then. I really don’t like him being out so much. I get a little bored without having him around to gently wind-up through the day. You know the sort of thing, a bit…
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Most of the time I’m clear focused all around, Most of the time I can my feet on the ground; I can follow the path, I can read the signs, stay with it when the road unwinds
I try to keep up with the news down here on the pavement. Not always easy, but I have been disturbed by all these headlines about knife-crime. After all, it could be a bit of a problem if some person took offence at me and stuck a steak knife in me whilst I’m wandering past…
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Strange how people who suffer together have stronger connections than people who are most content You always said people don’t do what they believe in, they just do what’s most convenient, then they repent
The privilege of ageing! Him Indoors goes to collect my tins of food from the vet, only to find a note on them from my vet – and my vet is not my favourite person, let me tell you, since my “anal gland” incident three years ago – telling him that “ Dylan should now…
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Advice for Dylan Dog on his Miscellaneous Birthday (copyright: Bob Dylan). When asked what you do for a living, say you laugh for a living. When asked to do 100 push-ups always smoke a pound of deodorant beforehand. When asked if you care about the world’s problems, look deeply into the eyes of he that asks you, he will not ask again.
Do you find that January is a bit of a let-down after all the build-up and nonsense with Christmas & New Year. Here in Rumpy Pumpy it certainly feels that way, especially as Him Indoors has not really been on top form. He keeps telling me “I have so much to do for Festival” but…
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God knows there’s a purpose, God knows there’s a chance; God knows you can rise above the darkest hour, Of any circumstance
I say folks and fans. Do you know this is my fiftieth little set of musings? Fifty!! Crikey, I’m a bit taken aback, in all truth. Him Indoors rather brusquely responded that “if you weren’t such a lazy so and so it could have been a hundred” which I thought was a trifle harsh. It’s…
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Forgetful heart, like a walking shadow in my brain, All night long I lay awake and listen to the sound of pain; The door has closed for evermore, if indeed there ever was a door
Him Indoors has had a cold. This means he is at death’s door because he’s a man. I understood some time ago that we chaps always get the flu, whilst the ladies of the world only ever get a cold. Have you noticed? In his defence, he was a brave little soldier through it all…
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I see, I see lovers in the meadow; I see, I see silhouettes in the window; I watch them till they’re gone And they leave me hanging on; To a shadow. I’m sick of love, I hear the clock tick, This kind of love, I’m love sick
The Boss can’t sleep. Which means I can’t sleep either because he gets up with no consideration for me at all. Lights on, music on, cups of tea. What about my sleep I ask but he just sort of grunts a response. He is very definitely not happy in the middle of the night. But then,…
