The Artistic Dog
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I’m gonna let you pass, and I’ll go last; Then time will tell just who fell and who’s been left behind, when you go your way and I go mine
I’ve kept quiet until now, kept my counsel. I’ve not got involved with anybody, Him Indoors, his mates, my mates, strangers in the night, nobody. Today though I’m going to speak about Brexit. Because it seems we are on the way. Or are we? Ok, don’t delete me straightaway, give me a chance. Let’s start…
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Summer days, summer nights are gone; Summer days and the summer nights are gone, I know a place where there’s still somethin’ going on
There has been such a lot happening I don’t know where to start. Visitors for dinner, trip away, small children, a pair of cats, settee bans and cold weather, Him Indoors feeling sorry for himself because he’s trying to fight a bit of a cold. Where to start I wonder. We did have a rather…
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Well, your railroad gate, you know I just can’t jump it, Sometimes it gets so hard you see, I’m just sitting here beating on my trumpet, with all these promises you left for me
A difficult few days for Him Indoors. Poorly foot that folks tell him is gout. It could be much less impressive. It could be the effects of him walking, yet again, into the door, or the table, or a chair, or in fact anything that the bare-footed idiot regularly does when he is in clumsy…
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On the rising curve, where the ways of nature will test every nerve, you won’t get anything you don’t deserve, where we were born in time
I’ve had a bit of an incident. I personally didn’t think much of it, but it appears others thought differently. We were out for our morning constitutional, as we do fairly early every day. I am a creature of habit and routine, as I believe I have mentioned before, and I was carrying my ball…
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In the lonely night, in the blinking of a stardust night, you’re comin’ thru to me in black and white, when we were made of dreams
Strange how things can affect us, coming out of the ether like an arrow and reducing you to a bit of a wreck. Bringing memories and loss into your heart so savagely it takes away your breath. I watched this happen to The Boss the other day when he was busy doing some mundane job…
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Walking through the leaves, falling from the trees, feeling like a stranger nobody sees
The Boss returned home, slumped on the settee, took off his shoes. He stroked my head, cuddled my ears and told me that I could relax “the festival was over”. I gave him one of my knowing looks. As if “it’s ever over” my look implied. But you never know, maybe he will stop leaving…
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The festival was over, the boys were all plannin’ for a fall
Not here it seems! No fall planned! The Boss has been all up and at ‘em since last Friday when his blessed Bewdley Festival started. Spare me, he’s been that active I haven’t had a look in. Even worse, he has been leaving me alone a lot of time. You see, let me explain. Our…
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I’ll remember you when I’ve forgotten all the rest
On occasion him indoors pontificates directly to me, or truthfully AT me. If I’m honest, it’s when he has normally had a little drink (or a big drink). It is ALWAYS when he’s been out. If he’s been at the Pinot Noir indoors, it seems always very controlled over a long period of time. With…
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If ye cannot bring good news, then don’t bring any
Life can be very fulfilling on occasion. I sometimes have to go days without a glimpse of tit-bits. His Lordship, despite appearing to be a big softie, actually is quite severe in limiting my special little treats “from the table”. However, when we entertain in Rumpy Pumpy Court I always do rather well. So it…
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Gonna change my way of thinking, make myself a different set of rules
I am a bit confused this week. I like to live my life in routine, I’m not a chap who enjoys the unexpected surprises of sudden travel or the suchlike. It’s just my way. I know where I like to lie down, I know where I rule, on top of the settee keeping guard looking…
