Someone showed me a picture and I just laughed
Dignity never been photographed
I went into the red, went into the black
Into the valley of dry bone dreams
So many roads, so much at stake
So many dead ends, I'm at the edge of the lake
Sometimes I wonder what it's gonna take
To find dignity
BOB DYLAN, 'DIGNITY'
Hello, OS friends. This is Georgie Puppy. Mr. James Emmerling's nephew...
I’m sorry I haven’t written in awhile. I’ve been busy being trained to be a good boy, by a nice lady who comes to the house twice a week to show Momma how to teach me ‘manners’. Pretty intense stuff.
I already have a certificate of graduation from another course I took for several weeks this fall. It is on the refrigerator. I guess I am doing my post-graduate work now. It’s going well. I guess you can never be ‘’too good’’. I am hoping to be so good that Momma never yells at me anymore. Ever. I hate making Momma mad at me.
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Momma left this morning with the New Man for a weekend getaway. The New Man checks out ok to my nose, and I give him kisses when he comes, but for some reason I am kind of angry with him. I hope Uncle James, who is here this weekend to stay with me, will help explain how I can like and yet not like this New Man. Things certainly have changed recently. I am confused…when the New Man is around, I detect some interesting new smells coming from Momma that I have never encountered before. And when I smell the New Man’s groin, I am a bit alarmed…
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Off Momma went with the New Man this morning..i got my breakfast, but not my morning walk…she left me in my cage, or ‘crate’ as she calls it..but i knew that Uncle James was here, because last night he & Momma ate pizza and watched tv and laughed together, and then we went to bed, not all together, but Uncle James went down into the cellar.
So I knew damn well he was here...
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Oh, I cannot tell you how delighted I was when uncle james came up from the cellar this morning , an hour after Momma left. I admit I went a bit nuts. I leaped on him, giving him 15 kisses, then did a crazy romp all over the house, jumping for joy .
Uncle tried to sit down and read the paper, but I was all over him, bringing him toy after toy to play with. We played and then finally Uncle got up and said, “Guess you need a walk, don’t you, Georgie boy, you nutso fuckhead?” When I heard that magic word I ran to door, ready to go.
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The walk with Uncle was beyond magnificent… he uses the leash that lets me go as far as I want---it is what uncle calls the ‘tape measure “, able to let me get at least 15 feet ahead---, unlike Momma, who walks me with the stupid short leash. I hate being leashed. It’s not like I’m gonna run away, why would I? But I guess it’s all part of ‘’being good’’, to have a choke chain around your neck. Maybe after I finish my post graduate work I can walk free without getting choked half to death.
We went down into the woods and I smelled up the situation while uncle drank his coffee and smoked his noxious mouth-sticks and listened to music in his head with those ear phone things. He was wearing a new hat and seemed pleased with his appearance.
For some ''bad'' reason,I would love to get my teeth on that new hat, but he puts it high up, on top of a lamp, so I cannot get to it. I don’t know why I wanna chew on that thing. I know Uncle would get super-mad if I did, but the urge is there. Like the urge to munch on Momma’s socks. I haven’t eaten a good sock in weeks and weeks…
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On the walk, Uncle suddenly made me sit. Some lady was running toward us, on the path. She was wearing that ‘’spandex’’ stuff on her legs, and her blonde pony tail was flying behind her. I sat, got a cookie, and smelled an interesting change come over Uncle James as she approached.
He said, “good morning, lovely day,” to her, and she smiled and sent out some girly scents that I am sort of getting familiar with, from Momma, lately. I was sitting like a good boy, so I couldn’t lunge my face into her groin to investigate further.
We watched her jog past. Uncle James said, “yikes.” He kept an eye on her , specifically on her bottom area, I think, as she ran away, probably to make sure she was safe …he is very protective. I trust him to keep me safe, but at the same time let me have fun. That is why I love him so much, and he will always be the leader of my pack. I haven’t seen him with the New Man, but I am sure he would let him into our pack.
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I had surgery on my own groin awhile back. Uncle says that was Momma’s Christmas present to me, to help make me a good boy. He said this with a kind of sneer. I like it when Uncle James sneers. It’s like he is telling me something : that all this goodness is sort of an act. I am a very good actor. When I really want something from Momma, I give her kisses and my big wide open eyes, and that usually does the trick. But acting and real true goodness are different. I can certainly act good anytime I want, and get a cookie. But..i want to be good..not have to act..
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I was very tired after the walk and collapsed at Uncle James’ feet.He called Momma.
“Hey, L! having fun?”
“Yep. We’re almost there. How’s my baby?”
“Exhausted after his walk. He’s getting good at ‘LEAVE IT’…he grabs everything…I won’t tell you what he got hold of…ha…but he put it right down when I said the words. Little cookie monster. We had a great walk. “
“Oh, thanks so much, Jimmy. I know what he gets. Ugh. Everything. The other day he was rolling in shit. Literally... I had to wash him off . Gawd, he will put anything in his mouth..ok…well..everything is ok? He’s sleeping now? You wore him out! Good. Thank you so so much. Talk to you later…”
Uncle James said to me, “things have certainly taken a good turn for your mommie, Georgie boy…”
I fell asleep. I hoped Mommy was having fun. I kinda wished I could be with her for that, but I have my Uncle James..thank God...
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True goodness is something than Georgie should chew on rather than hats and socks.
enormous.
canine.
that he has been properly tutored
forgiving the insult of
being involuntarily
neutered.
got neutered, but somehow it just
didnt
take.
ha
GRACIOUS JANE; groins are off limits to good boys like me.
Uncle adds: "hah. truer words never spoken, boyo"
Uncle is getting silly.
i like that.
scanner:
i gonna get that hat. i wanna chew it til i can't chew no more
cuz i so exhausted from chewing. Where the hell Momma's socks?
She said "Your buddy Georgie has written another post"
Of course when I think about posts I get excited and have to mark one.
So I ran for the door, after soaking every post in sight I came back
to read what you wrote
Funny we have lives going on a similar track
my mommy has a NEW MAN
He is really nice and when he falls asleep
I go and sit on his head.
when he wakes up he always says
"How sweet to have a Spaniel Hat"
That is a different kind of hat than your uncles' really cool new
hat because it is really me and not edible
I know how tasty those cookie monsters are
I like to wait until they are frozen solid and
bring one in for mommy but she always says Yuck
I used to like to eat socks and even once ate a whole shoe
Mommy looked for it for a week until she saw it coming out of me
in pieces
Have they done the one where they make you sit and then go down and then sit and then down so many times you get dizzy and finally you get the treat. Mommy calls it Puppy Pushups, HAH! Some pushups
Thanks to your Uncle Jimmy for letting you write
If I could have my own page
you would be my only favorite
there are so many cats on this site and I do not read them
rated with love
Frisco
I am glad to hear yr. mistress got a new man.
Makes a mommy more pliable, ha.
She gets all goofy. My New Momma’s boy has not
stayed here long enough for me to get truly acquainted with him.
A smell fest after a night together for them, and me, too
Would be perfect for me to know his mansoul.
Uncle says it’ll happen. Soon.
Oh but tonight I get to sleep with Uncle.
I already know him good, from his odors.
They guide my actions, I gotta say.
Momma? I hardly miss her when uncle is here.
Uncle is God.
No new man could compare, I hardly think.
He would certainly be allowed in the pack, I have no problem with that, so long as he knows his place.
Kisses…g to f.
friend.
i am not that good.
i look at uncle james' behavior, compared to momma's,
and everyone elses', and just ...wonder...
uncle james has gotta be good. doesnt he?
otherwise
why
do i love him so much?
Loved the Puppy Point of View
--r--
bark at the moon if u have to..i gotta think some One hears.
zig: smooth going here in silk city. the gals are beauty in motion
Very cute James.
the hat is finally looking good on me cuz
my hair is gettin longer & curls
adorably under it..?..!
Do Bob Dylan impersonations -
That can pay library book fees -
-
Sell the hat? Give hat to Rita S.
Fernsy needs a straw Amish hat.
`
James M.E. Dogs are messy. Poop.
My daughter brought home 3- Pups.
I love talking to them. They say`Rough.
I ask their views about these wild days.
Rough . .
I saw Ya at 'Pet Smart' or was it Kerry?
`
OCD blogger
buying hat sanitizer
by the 55- gal drum
`
Buy hand sanitizer.
No shake stinky paw.
No lend out the hat.
Sell hat @ Salon's sale?
But Warehouse Pillow?
Get new 'Serta' mattress.
`
I saw the president sale.
I almost did a spoof on it.
May on Valentines Day?
Wear a Red Heart hat.
Pluck chicken feathers.
Have a Salon hat Raffle.
Sell tickets for $45.00 -
But two-Gold-Star hats.
You could retire here.
You could quit blogs.
You could groom dog.
Get a cat from`Tink.
Walk Tink on a chain.
Oh gaud deliver us too
Effort needed with dawg, tho. Arg.
Dog made of malicious love, it seems. Not so!
Dogs just need manners.
Telepathy helps.
I gain it when I spend time with dog.
Cats are easy. They go their own way.
They teach! My black cat is currently not with me.
My dear girl, my daughter. I got her 10 days after mom died.
I told old dad, ‘let’s get a cat to replace mom!”
He said, “yes!ok sure!”
Ach.
Dylan impersonations are best done freely , not for money.
Library fines are manageable without going to that extreme.
For it would be totally unnerving to audience.
They would say, this boy knows d.
Better than d! he=the next d!
Argh.
Life is but a joke.
Ah, but d. says hour is late, this=
Not our fate.
Well then what is our damn fate>>>?
Dog handlers?
As for Uncle James, since you're fishing for compliments for him, he's pretty good, too.
rita!
adore is a word reserved for women.
men are hardly so.
or could it be?
one cannot
know
these days.
wimmin with stern miens, jogging by, all the nice parts
in motion, the legs hard and long,
the hair flowing..a boy needs a
new lingo to talk to such
suspicious gals...
a boy gotta be maybe indifferent to all the curves
and the smile and the eyes & hair?
pretend he no care.
pretend he, ha
goes the other way..
guypal only way in these days..
Dad George took me fishing all thru my childhood.
I know how to set the hook.
To drag em in is hard for me.
I hate to do harm.
Georgie is already good but hardly knows it.
This is our duty: mine, and Sister's:
to inculcate Good,
by pulling it out.
Nature is a fine friend, to give us dogs.
i can barely imagine that face of yerz laughing!
so stern, so alpha feminine..
ah but, i guess i done 'good',
yeah?
That said, I hope Uncle finds a safe fenced area where you can chase each other around off leash and show off your respective "forms".
r./
i would love to romp with him
"off leash"...
so few chances to do so...go off leash, arg
see, this is what i dont get about humans? why not
go for the rear? it is too complicated for me. luckily
i am a sweet boy and human girls let me do what i gotta
to sniff out their character. the visual thing is more important
for humans, i have learned. twas a nice visual, that
jogging gal, from the rear, i hear from uncle. hmff.
the eyes deceive. i tell him this all the times...............
-pawed-
And why does Uncle have to sleep in the cellar when he visits? That sounds like the human version of a crate!
JACK: I am no scientist, but wouldn’t that be like going backward in evolution? A no no?
I'm glad you're having a good time with Uncle Leader of The Pack. You're so cute and cuteness seems to really count in this world. There is one thing I wish Uncle would teach you and your kind. I know you have a reason for sniffing at other doggies but would you ask Uncle Jimmy to teach you to stop that awful lady crotch-sniffing activity; it is very not very gentlemanly of you and quite awkward to the ladies.
~R~
I mean, when he does it ,we reprimand him.
But it's not like it happens all the time...
There are not alot of ladies other than Momma that Georgie
can lunge snoutfirst into...Perhaps i should get a girlfriend
who loves dogs who can help with the training?
I should go on the hunt
at a dogpark with Georgie...
MARGARET: I count my blessings I got uncle J. He understands my situation very well, and has advised me just as you have. The New Guy is a dog guy, though. He understands that Momma and I sleep together like two peas in a pod at night. The bed is MINE. And she needs me there, to protect her from bad things that go BUMP in the night, as they say. Look, I was here first. I am her first priority always. As she is mine. I cannot see this changing. But I guess I gotta take the advice to be extra good. I would love to get the New Guy’s cap in my mouth….and his gloves..but I shall not! The cellar, I don’t know about that. I am scared to go down there. But it has a bed, I know. Uncle says it is dark and cramped but comfy.