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Wednesday, January 12, 2005

I Will Be Compelled to Agree with the Dog

Today the dog looked at me without saying a word. I cannot remember a single instance of the dog saying anything, but I wait for it. I suspect that the first thing he will ask for is my resignation. "I should be living with the Eskimos," he will insist. And I will be compelled to agree with him. He should be living with the Eskimos.

7 Comments:

Blogger noisy ghost said...

I'm not sure, Ms. Wilberforce-Packard, this post didn't make as much sense as your previous, laserguided ruminations on society. Perhaps you are experiencing the effects of a beta-carotine deficiency? That happens, sometimes.

6:19 PM  
Blogger Esther Wilberforce-Packard said...

I have no idea what you're talking about.

6:32 PM  
Blogger noisy ghost said...

Well, I'm not a doctor. Perhaps I'm one of those people that just cares too much.

6:39 PM  
Blogger kari said...

does he plan on grabbing his belongings and making his way to where the Eskimos reside? has he started saving up his earnings in an interest-bearing account to pay for his bus fare? does he have a job lined up for when he arrives to the Eskimo village?
these questions need to be addressed.

8:22 PM  
Blogger Esther Wilberforce-Packard said...

Supa, none of these issues has been addressed. I can't even get the hairy oaf to speak to me, let alone delve into the financial aspects of this potential venture.

9:28 PM  
Blogger Dan said...

Clearly the animal requires some training, Esther. I'd suggest interpretative dance. My Lab became most wonderfully expressive after just a few classes. Unfortunately, there was an unpleasant incident soon after having to do with that extremely thin interpretative dance instructor.

Why anyone would opt to teach interpretative dance for canines when they clearly have so much bone showing is simply beyond me. But I suppose she had to make a living. I understand she had to leave the dance academy after the incident, it was quite a good gnawing she got. Poor thing. My Lab stayed on for advanced instruction. But she soon took up with the circus, or so I heard. I think that's a good place for her. She'll fit in nicely what with the limb and all. The, uh, teacher, not the Lab, I mean.

As for my Lab, she danced ... oh how she danced. Shame we had to put her down from the bone cancer last year. But we had her cremated - keep the little wooden box of ashes on the dresser now, with her toe shoes, of course.

BTW, thanks for stopping by today.

Never did get the Lab to sing, though. At least not veyr well. Poor thing just couldn't seem to carry a tune. But, that interpretive dance, that's the ticket, for sure. Just try and find a teacher with a bit of meat on her, not easy, but well worth the effort in my opinion. 'Night.

12:45 AM  
Blogger Dan said...

Esther, I think your blog may be haunted, because someone typed an extra "a" and an extra "t" in "interpretive" nearly every timate I entered iatt. Strangate, veatry strange. Createpy even. Doates that happen all thate time hatere?

Not sure I can keep commenting if thatat nonsense continues.

12:52 AM  

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