The Artistic Dog
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Well we’re livin’ in the shadows of a fading past trapped in the fires of time, I’ve tried not to ever hurt anybody and to stay out of a life of crime; And when it’s all been said and done I never did know the score, One more day is another day away from the girl from the Red River shore
It’s all go down here in Rumpy Pumpy Court. Its manic. I’ve barely found time to collect my thoughts to keep you lovely folks up to date with our adventures. You see, Him Indoors is working almost full-time having meetings with potential Sponsor Partners and Patrons for our Festival. As a result, I am inclined…
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I got my back to the sun ‘cause the sun is too intense, I can see what everybody in the world is up against; Can’t turn back, you can’t come back, sometimes we push too far, One day you’ll open your eyes and you’ll see where we are
Its been a bit of all systems go since The Master returned from his cruise. He came back dangerously full of beans, despite me being, as you know, a bit cool towards him for leaving me behind. Then we had a three day heatwave that meant I was whackered. I am NOT a fan of…
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Dear landlord, please don’t dismiss my case; I’m not about to argue, I’m not about to move to no other place; Now, each of us has his own special gift and you know this was meant to be true; And if you don’t underestimate me I won’t underestimate you
He’s back. So am I. Unlike this computer, which is giving a very good impression of Him Indoors after exercise. F***ed. Technology? Pah? He’s all relaxed and luvvy dovey. “Come here, let me stroke you. Do you want a treat.” I’m being very superior. Very: “up yours”. Very: “you left me, you bastard, don’t expect…
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Oh the time will come up, when the winds will stop, and the breeze will cease to be breathin’, like the stillness in the wind, ‘fore the hurricane begins, the hour when the ship comes in
I’m sorry it’s been a while since I put pen to paper, or paw to keyboard. It really wasn’t my fault, I assure you. It’s all Him Indoors. He went down with flu in the middle of March and for two weeks he was like a zombie. He was less than useful to me, actually…
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We live in a political world Wisdom is thrown into jail It rots in a cell misguided as hell Leaving no one to pick up the trail. We live in a political world Where mercy walks the plank Life is in mirrors, death disappears Up the steps into the nearest bank. We live in a political world Courage is a thing of the past The houses are haunted, children aren’t wanted Your next day could be your last .
These are indeed strange times for me & The Boss. Strange and difficult in many ways. I am not often too serious in my thoughts to everybody but at this moment we are encountering hard times for a number of our good friends. I don’t wish to look back, indeed Him Indoors is a bit…
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Time passes slowly up here in the daylight, We stare straight ahead and try so hard to stay right, Like the red rose of summer that blooms in the day, Time passes slowly and fades away
If you hadn’t realized, the other week it week was my birthday!! I was ten – apparently that means I have caught Him Indoors up in age terms. That is a worry because he keeps telling me to slow down when we are out walking. I do have the occasional dodgy back leg but otherwise…
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Fortune calls; I stepped forth from the shadows to the marketplace; Merchants and thieves, hungry for power, my last deal gone down; She’s smelling sweet like the meadows where she was born On midsummers eve, near the tower
This New Year stuff sparks off so many things I’ve become almost confused! Most of all, it emphasizes how fast time flows past you in life. Let’s be honest, a lot of the time we float along believing that we have all the time in the world to do whatever it is you “plan” to…
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. Can’t you feel that sun a-shining’? Groundhog runnin’ by the country stream; This must be the day that all my dreams come true, So happy just to be alive; Underneath the sky of blue, On this new morning, new morning, On this new morning with you
Happy New Year, my good friends. I trust that you had a really nice Festive season. If you’re anything like me, the treats could go on for ever but it appears The Boss has run out of free range chicken, ribs of beef, sausages, special biscuits, ham, bacon, sardines, sea bass etc etc. Obviously he…
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My heart’s in the Highlands at the break of day, Over the hills and far away; There’s a way to get there and I’ll figure it out somehow; But I’m already there in my mind, and that’s good enough for now
I’ve decided that I ought to at least show some sort of involvement in this Festive season. It is not particularly important to we dogs, or at least for most dogs. As I barely qualify as a dog, being intellectually human as you all know, I do have a responsibility to write a card or…
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The air is getting hotter, there’s a rumbling in the skies, I’ve been wading through the high muddy water, with the heat rising in my eyes; Every day your memory grows dimmer, it doesn’t haunt me like it did before, I’ve been walking through the middle of nowhere, Trying to get to heaven before they close the door
Him Indoors is not a fan of Christmas festive season. He’s not a misery – although that’s what he tells people as part of his cover story – but these days are his “sad days” he told me. Most of his close friends know and understand when he almost disappears from view. These are the…
