“Free-dom!,” Yells Rocky, the free range rooster.” To Most of us it’s rrn err rrn rnn rnnnnnnnnrrrn! which usually produces or elicits a “SHUT> UP!” I’ve not a free range red rooster in a Wallace and Grommit, I’ve dogs. each and all want 14 first place attentions
Breakfast is served. I really am most reliably up about 8 about this place high in the hills. This means most often 4:45 to watch first light become breakfast and so howling.
I enjoyed my leftovers easily reheated, a real thrill of living actually, I have no microwave at my actual abode… it’s denied counter space. I’m enjoying some evil sounding tendencies and a bit of abusive talk….to the dogs… as momma dog is a forever bark to indicate the way- and I am likely balaam of the bible cursing my biblical donkey/s and the right way because I have a schedule to keep. Mom is sequestered to her dungeon of puppies and will be as I can’t make magic of sequenceing to dog piss carpet josh clean carpet or josh gets barnyard home and light carpet well marked. I do not know why this is. I am physically capable of all the duties, I know how to list too, yet I really can almost only stare at previous tragedies discovered. I mean I can feed the ups and dogs etc. but i’m not perfectly oiled to follow all these steps. plus dog momma is again a forever barker so I have inside time to cut the howl for the neighbors, I can not eliminate it.. the other dogs are Airedales or large terriers which being not happy dopey like dane dogs have different personality needs one being old male grouch and the other stallion of the street – both having pitiful barker and yips maybe nips of pups too all over their sacrosanct abode. – all need some separation. and the pill here is momma dog. no, i’m not out of love which is helpful, I’ve many weeks of the growing bigger arrays of how cute puppies aren’t.
it’s time to check the adult eaters and move the folks to morning positions part two. I suppose I should take out a roast for tomorrow I have food to make for me that is. I have declared that I brought an Asia box up so I can make some sushi ala spicy tunafish, sesame balls, hopefully next month pot stickers pan fried after boil complete with green onioned black soy black vinegar sauce. and of course my main me offering to me, adobada taco/fburrito fillings. = I add that I need not dessert destroy an array of flowers… I hope I do not channel work luck with gardening, girls like flowers. but I suppose the deer thinks that’s more tastey than what I hope after to make now and later.
there is much joy in knowing within limits I have a place to be and even explore stuff I like to. There is no plot of romance more like I can call it romance and be reminded of a look in an older toon of belle rolling her eyes at gastan’s smelly boots before they were eliminated from the room. it carries with it the anwe/ennui all of which I need save gaston actually being good at whatever he was good at. probably being evilly good at being himself….looks up to see momma dungeoned and cackles…. it’s not wholely meanness, I literally can not add five hours a day for her to soil the carpets in protest wanting in an out by the moment all of it being NOW emergency!!…eff this, let me back in! but I admit i’m enjoying lite evil pooing back on her day. I have a schedule to keep!…Shawshank redemption….evil tacitly or otherwise guards multiple quotations but it a later one of the lesser guard then in charge.
prison warden who likes cartoons… aren’t I a piece of work. … what is this… silence? who’s into what badness?