The Dog Bar

Barking your way in the world today takes everything you’ve got
Taking a nap on the couch today, sure would help a lot
Wouldn’t you like to get away?

Sometimes you want to go – where everybody knows your name
and they’re always glad you came
You wanna be where you can see – your biscuits are all the same
You wanna be where everybody knows your scent.

You wanna go where people know puppies aren’t all the same
You wanna go where everybody knows your name.

When we last left off on episode twelve, Rebecca and Sam were going to tie the rawhide,

But the evil Diane came back into the scene (she of the bitch variety) and messed up the fun.
George was dismayed and proceeded to drown his spirits in the water trough

And Norm just rolled his eyes and ordered another round of biscuits.

Carla swung by and sat for awhile after a long day on her paws to kibbutz about the malarkey going on in the local watering hole.

There was a whole lot of sniffing going on in everyone’s business but as always, a good time was had by all. Except for maybe Rebecca and Sam. They sat in their crate all night growling at everyone and Diane just barked needlessly as usual.

Cheers and pass the treats please….
And hey, has anyone seen my frisbee?

The dog bar is not a bar for dogs, but it is my mothers favorite restaurant. Images except for The Dog Bar(taken yesterday while passing it) found on internet(bing) none are my actual dogs, as mine prefer wine….just kidding folks.

Silk memory

She sits
Waiting for the words
To fall like leaves
In autumn,
She hears his voice
Like a song in her soul,
She waits beside the place
Where love first took flight
Like birds soaring
High above,
Returning glimpse
Occasional
She holds out her hand
But the distance
They keep.
She waits each day
For the sounds to fill her,
These glimpses of a life
She vaguely recalls,
This is all she knows
As her muse playfully smiles
And flutters about
With butterfly wings
Light
Soft as silk
Untouchable
Dancing here
Then gone again,
Maybe today
Maybe tomorrow
The whims of fancy
Prevail.

King Meep

No hot tin roof
Not in a hat
Sunny days
Of purple haze
Up on his throne
Nap time.
The king of the cats
His Meep not so loud,
A vegetable lover
No meat please, says he.
You cannot sit here,
This is “my” place,
Just like here and there,
They’re all my chair,
Now go away
Don’t touch me, no.
Oops, here comes the rain,
Quick, let me in.
This weather kinks my locks,
Mmmmm, is that a tomato I smell?
Get outta the way,
Snack time
Then nap time
Once again.

“Meep” the cat…aka squishy….thoughts.