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December 18, 2006

12.18.06

Today's theme is "walking the dog."

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"I think he is off walking the dog..." was what I heard honest.

"But he doesn't own a dog," I remember saying to myself confused as per normal.

Fortunately I was rescued from my confusion by a well meaning friend who realised I was a bit out of the loop.

He whispered, "he is off to watch porn on a video and have a toss." Just to make sure I knew what he meant. "Welll you knew he was a bit of a wanker."

To which I retorted, must have been the couple of pints talking, "both figuratively and literally!"

Posted by: Andrew Ian Dodge at December 18, 2006 12:12 PM · Permalink

AMONGST HINTS FOR NIGHTMARES

Egyptian demigods descend from the Dogstar, snapping at your heals like junkyard pinschers. Fetid fangs just miss your face as you slip down the ravine into a fissure, those Helios hounds digging furiously at the crevice of your oasis. Deep into the dark with Cerberus’s hot breath on the back of your neck. Vulpine form of a Grendel - that Baskerville beast. Werewolves haunt the wayside as black and knurled they run you down the riverbank.

– icy water, waking cold sweat –

There’s a warm, reassuring pressure laid across your feet.

Lay down, dream again, sometime soon the dog will want out .

Posted by: Lisa at December 18, 2006 1:58 PM · Permalink