I not against small dog. Many home have small dog – and in my home is small dog. What to do? Estonia we like big dog. Proper dog is Eesti Hagijas, you call Estonian Hound. Yes? What is not small dog, not big dog, but half a big dog.
With three childs, one wife and small house we must have small dog. Worse, small dog name Bananas. Yes, stupid name I think. Good Estonia name for dog is Mimmi, Tontu or Spartak, yes? Bananas only good name for yellow fruit.
What you mean by Bananas is small dog yellow also, huh?
You never sipped vegan beer? You are missing something very special my friend. There’s so many and from big names, too. Carlsberg, Stella, Heineken and others, I think. And non-alcoholic, umm, I think, isn’t that right Mayumi my little precious?
Yes, she’s such a sweet doggy. Always does what she’s told. Always sleeps when we sleep. Always eats vegan – and loves it! And don’t bark a lot. Hate dogs wot bark a lot, don’t yu?Yeah, me boyfriend’s from the Middle East. They love dogs out there. And me grandparents are from China. And, umm, they love dogs out there…
Linda G Hill said :Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “jour.” Find a word containing “jour” or use it as is. Bonus points if you start or end your post with that word. Enjoy!
image from Pixabay.
Jour means day in French. How much nicer it sounds in a language that is not our own. To me jour sounds exotic and special, unlike day which is ordinary every day, unlike Tous Les jours which sounds very sauve (another French word for smart or chic). Then there is sojourn , a French word a short stay.
Then there is journal, another French word for for, diary, paper, magazine. That leads to journalist, journalism, journalistic.
I could continue journey, to travel, journeyman, a workman/ tradesman. I could continue but I will not.
Butt lickin’ muttwits just dont appreciate my responsibilities Treacle is grumbling as he drags Sixlegs towards home so easy for GitOrrf and thems hundred other West Pid muttwits – wotz trotting about squirting and pooping all they wants
Ah, to slip the leash in Herdwick pooping park and be allowed to run. To run. Free. Not him, alas. Not a service-assist dog. Life zipping him by, tethered to a handicapped hindlegs. Can’t even cross the road anywhere he lyks. Must always snifz out the designated crossing point, always waiting peep peep peep before it’s safe to trot on.
If only…
“nowlookhereTreacle,you’regoingtoofast” Sixlegs yanks at his handle “thisain’tarace,don’tyerknow?”
I don’t, coz I never been in a butt-lickin’ race, boss
Our friends Sue Vincent and Mary Smith are both fighting Cancer right now. Both have hit another capital C. I am not talking about chemo nasty as that is. No I am talking about Constipation! Well all I can say is I have been there and it is horrendous! It may not seem like a big health issue but believe me it is. It certainly is not glamorous. So I am hoping to bring a smile to their faces and anyone else in the same or similar position. They have both discussed constapation in the comments on Mary’s blog and Mary has written about it at length, so I am betraying no secrets.
So to any of you who don’t do bodily functions or honesty perhaps this is not a poem for you .
Ruddy Constipation
Oh! This bloody constipation It is causing me such consternation I try my best eating veg and fruit But do I shift it, no, I just toot. Oh! The pain is so extreme I push and push, grimace and scream. Just to pass a motion now seems like a dream The truth is more a nightmare This dam shit is set on staying there. I stand, I sit, I squat but the body is not playing That,the laxative will work soon! I am truly praying!
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So I am sending this out to everyone suffering with cancer or any illness or disability. Keep fighting and keep taking the laxative!
Mary and Sue keep fighting!
You can visit Sue and Mary’s blogs using the Links at the beginning of this post.
