Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet,
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
W.B.Yeats.
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Friday 24 February 2012
Bog Blog The Kibbles Gets It!
Don't chuck your kibbles down the toilet!
Removed every toy from my crate and left them strewn around the corridor as an act of protest at the continuing cruelty my human subjects me to. This cruelty manifests itself in the form of dried dog biscuits which are left in my bowl every night for supper. I felt that I needed to make my objection felt more strongly so deposited the whole lot down the toilet. Unfortunately after several flushes the biscuits continue to bob up and down in the water. They seem to be growing bigger and bigger with each passing moment. I may have been too hasty in showing my dissent. Currently hiding behind the sofa until the storm blows over!
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