Friday, February 8, 2008

Hoot Owl on a Stick



Hoot owl...Hoot owl...on a stick
Hoot owl...Hoot owl...do a trick

Wednesday, February 6, 2008

The smell


My dog smells. I wash her and groom her and clip her nails.
She still smells. I treat her to the creamy rich baritone sounds of Robert Goulet.
She still smells bad. Her sweet stench is like a mixture of shrimp and peanut butter and fluff from an old vacuum cleaner bag stuffed into a sock surrounded by corn chips.


But she is kind.