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July 19th. Forgiveness.

The Owner and I go to buy a Coffee for the Owner and to allow the Moral Dog the opportunity to Gaze without Hope at Cakes he will Never be Given before being Tied to a Chair Leg. The Coffee Shop man greets the Owner like a long-lost friend. Hello, […]

July 18th. The seat.

Why are there Flowers on the Seat? I ask. It is an Anniversary, says the Owner. I did not know that Seats had Anniversaries, I say. This One Does, says the Owner. It is a Moral Seat. I did not think Seats were Moral, I say. The Seat is not […]

July 17th. The Wee.

Hergest, says the Owner, do not Wee on the Seat. Why not? I ask. Because People Sit on it, says the Owner. We do not Wee where People Sit. But Other Dogs have Weed there before me, I say. The Fact that Other Less Moral Dogs have Desecrated the Seat […]

July 16th. The cross dog.

The Owner is putting Powder on my Other Ear. I expected more Sympathy, I say. I have no Sympathy at all, says the Owner. it was Entirely your Own Fault. I did Not Do Anything, I say. You Bounced that Dog, says the Owner. Bouncing is saying Hello in Dog, […]

July 15th. The mask.

Why can I not have your ebay password? I ask the Owner. Because the last time you had it you tried to order a life-sized Fur Gorilla, says the Owner. It was a genuine mistake, I say. I thought it was a real Gorilla, I say. I must acquire a […]

July 14th. The Girl

Hello, says the New Dog. We all rush for the Bushes. Excuse me, says the New Dog, let me into the Bushes too. I wish to Play. We cannot, we say. The Bushes are Full, we say. The Bushes are not full, says the New Dog. You are being Meanies. […]

July 13th. Endings.

Who is This? I ask. It is Squeaky Bird, says the Owner. Where is Squeaky Cat? I say. I am very Sorry, says the Owner. He is No More, says the Owner. You mean Squeaky Cat has gone to the Great Squeaky Cattery in the Sky? I say. Metaphorically Speaking, […]

July 11th. The Paradox of Choices.

Which would you like? Asks the Owner. In her right hand is My Lolly, oozing Mango and just beginning to Drip. In her left hand is Squeaky Cat, my Inestimably Faithful Companion, wearing a Beguiling Expression inviting Play. Or at least Most of Him, as one of his Arms spontaneously […]

July 10th. Rousseau.

The Moral Dog is lying on his Cushion, feeling Oppressed. What is Wrong? Asks the Owner. Rousseau said the Moral Dog is Born free, and Everywhere he is in Chains, I say. I am Oppressed, I say. Who is Oppressing the Moral Dog? Asks the Owner. I am Oppressed by […]

July 9th. Legs.

I do not understand why I only have Four Legs, I tell the Owner. It is because you are a Dog, says the Owner. That is like saying that the Owner has only Two Legs because she is a Person, I say. A simple Factual Correlation between Dogness and Leg […]

July 7th. Oppressed by Cheese.

Am I Free? I ask the Owner. You are Very Expensive, says the Owner. Owing to your insistence on Isle of Mull Extra Mature Cheddar Hand Made to the Sound of Bagpipes by Seventeenth Generation Islanders wearing their Great Grandfather’s Home Woven Tartan. Hahaha, I say, I do not mean […]