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April 7, 2008

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Why are you sitting there looking at me like that?

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A Dog & Eggs Conversation

“Why are you sitting there looking at me like that?” I asked
“What else have I to be doing?” Andy queried in return.
“Oh, any number of things.” I answered and arose from the table; ignoring Andy’s probing eyes and uneaten scrambled eggs and stepping outside for a cigarette.
“Like what?” he asked. The question hit my back like a brick tied to a feather.
I turned around and slammed the door shut.
Birds twittered and sang in the trees above.
I thought about my dead dog, Tucker, and how he had died.
“Like eat your goddamn eggs!” I shouted.

Posted by: Chris Thurlow at April 7, 2008 3:30 PM · Permalink

A Dog & Eggs Conversation

“Why are you sitting there looking at me like that?” I asked
“What else have I to be doing?” Andy queried in return.
“Oh, any number of things.” I answered and arose from the table; ignoring Andy’s probing eyes and uneaten scrambled eggs and stepping outside for a cigarette.
“Like what?” he asked. The question hit my back like a brick tied to a feather.
I turned around and slammed the door shut.
Birds twittered and sang in the trees above.
I thought about my dead dog, Tucker, and how he had died.
“Like eat your goddamn eggs!” I shouted.

Posted by: Chris Thurlow at April 7, 2008 3:33 PM · Permalink

Because I can’t believe that you didn’t put the seat down, again! For what seems the millionth time I got up in the middle of the night, and got stuck in the toilet bowl. Do you have any idea how unpleasant that is? No? I thought not. The least you could do is try and make up for it. If you’re going to make me use the toilet instead of a litter box, you had better make sure that I can do so safely. Of course, you can’t understand any of this. People never pay enough attention to their cat.

Posted by: Adam Moore at April 7, 2008 4:42 PM · Permalink