Saturday, December 24, 2011

Hear those lonely hound dog blues...

It was about 6 a.m.
BAMBAMBAMBAM.
Ray was in my studio trying to get into the closet again. I had finally caved-in and given him one of his Christmas presents, the shrink-wrapped rib bone, just to keep him out of my room. But now, of course, he thinks that the closet is the Pez dispenser of rib bones. I could hear him give a brief whine then wander down the hall to our bedroom.
SCRATCH; he wanted in.
"Go to bed Ray," said Gregg.
Ray gave a deep sigh. No bone and not allowed to sleep with us. I heard him sadly walk to the futon outside our room where he settled himself in.
Life is so hard for the poor, lonely, blind dog.

6 comments:

  1. Just wait Ray, maybe Santa will leave a canine sibling under the tree so you won't be so lonely!! Merry Christmas to you and your family.

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  2. Funny, I was just thinking that Jean's life would be easier if Ray had a sibling. I hope Santa brings poor, lonely Ray a puppy :-) Merry Christmas, Ray's family!

    Liam's Family

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  3. oooh doggy pal ? do people know something the rest of us don't ....Seasons Greetings to Ray, Jean,Gregg and felines ;-)) from us over the pond

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  4. Ray would probably LOVE a sibling but unfortunately I would never see my cats again.

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  5. And Merry Christmas to all of you troublemakers!

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  6. "Pez dispenser of rib bones" HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA

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