dogs, dreams and downers
it was the best of times and the worst of times. this weekend i had a great time at the park herding the geese, begging from children (none with hotdogs, little bastards), and marking just about everything i missed last weekend. but friday night i had a nightmare. i started barking in my sleep, woke up my mawma, and then started barking while awake. i was really anxious and could only get back to sleep once i was in the naked ape bed and had some comfort petting.
what do dogs have nightmares about? (feel free to make your own suggestion, my friends in the dogosphere!)
- empty food bowls
- a world without bullysticks
- totalitarian regimes led by cats who scratch our noses and bogart the litter box snacks
- squirrels that fight back
- refrigerators that won't open
posted by wally @ 1:36 PM
5 Comments:
Sometimes I have a nightmare about not being able to, uh, satisfy my own urges, if you know what I mean... The horror... The... horror....
some more:
a world where our markings are odorless and we can't leave pee-mails.
my dog park taken over by goddamn cats.
my mawma getting a puppy. simon--i feel for you, man. i get assurances every day that i'm the cutest thing in the world but it's hard to compete with the little wiggly things. it's not! fair!
A world with no tennis balls. My lord, I can't even bring myself to think about it without freaking out.
Boomer, I could live without tennis balls but my sister Ethel, could not. And, come to think of it, in a world without tennis balls we could not play the game in which I steal the tennis ball (which I don't even really want) from my Ethel and refuse to give it back. So I, too, shudder to imagine.
Just imagine the horror if we could not reach our "privates"!!!!!!
Bussie Kissies
Buster
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