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What Dogs Really Think.... Darcy K Metz
Heisenberg, the German Shepard bolted outside the house to the back yard. It was an early morning in June and it was already sunny out. Heisenberg, that was the noise the humans made when they wanted his attention. Stupid humans, how many times did he have to tell them his name was Woow-wow. Three or foour crows were discussing the morning news with one another as the dog ran at them, barking his claim that he only held the deed to the fenced off yard. Other than that, he prferred to be alone when evacuation was in order.
“Good morning Woow-Wow!” sqwaked Yip, the Jack Russell terrier who owned the land adjacent to Woow-Wow’s.
“Ah, good morning Yip, my small friend. How are you today? Haven’t seen much of you as of late,” returned Woow-Wow, still in his evacuation stance.
“I’m pissed off at my slaves, I found out what they did to me,” exclaimed Yip, quite obviously distressed. Woow-Wow got up and darted to the fence to smell Yip. He and Yip exchanged rectal odours and he could definotly tell that Yip was bothered. “Calm down my fiesty friend, and tell me what happened.”
“Well, it began a few light and darks ago when my slaves took me to the place where they stab us with metal projectiles,” eplained Yip.
Wo0w-Wow interrupted, “Yes, those dreadful humans. They always stick there paws in places they don’t belong.”
“Indeed. Anyway, the stabbed me and then I woke up in a cage next to another imprisoned dog and two cats. The dog, Arf, had a missing area of fur with blackened teeth marks from a fight. I felt very tired and sore. And so I decided to start licking myself when I discovered that I was unable to. I had something around my neck and I couldn’t get at it.” explained Yip as he ran up and down the length of the fence.
“How bizarre. when were you able to get back at it?” asked wOOW-wow.
“I am unsure how many light and darks passed. I woke up one day with only my jewelry on as normal. Then that day things changed for me as never before. Upon licking, I discovered a missing roundness near my tail’s p[oint of origin. Very strange. But the strangest thing was that I have lost all interest in humping my human slaves’ legs. I just don’t want to or miss it, although pursuing the humans in there moving homes is still a blast.”
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"This is great--original and funny. Keep up the good work!" -- Amber B Shields.
" Good Story Darcy. I'm sure my dog thinks the same. Keep up the good work. Catch you later Moe." -- Maurice Michaud, Kitimat, B.C., Canada.
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