poetry

Hey---I'm doing an Alan Ginsberg poem!!!!!!!!!

HOWL

Nap

"I'm a sleepy time baby, a sleepy time boy

Work only maybe, life is a joy

We'll have a sleepy time time,

...Sleepy time time all the time...."

Jack Bruce CREAM

Question

How many bone turks are left??????????

Sad Day

Weets and I are very sad today. We can't visit Arizona because we are both mongrels and DON'T have papers!!!!!

DAMMIT

Well those humans did it AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!! Locked me and the pack in the crate and went traipsing off to the Chihuahuan Desert Nature Park for some event called "Evening in the Desert." There is a reason it's called "Chihuahuan", people---it's named after the mighty race of Anton Chico!!! Last time they took Weets. This time they left us all home while they saw scorpions (they glow under black light), a display on meteor craters, even rattlesnakes!!!! What, don't they think I could hold my own against one????????

Speaks for Itself

All I can say is---

TA DA!!!!!!!

Smallest and Meanest

There comes a time in the life of any small dog when it becomes necessary to make sure others in the pack respect your space. Here the mighty scion of Anton Chico prevents a predatory Cousin Seymour and a wicked Sharprador named Leny from depriving him of his cherished chip turk......Take special note of the sweet strong voice of this magnificent specimen.......