Wednesday, June 01, 2016
Subject
The new rulers even more perverse
than the last ones.
As a result, dogs now walked people.
With my Spud, chaos, as he drops my
leash from his mouth and goes running off!
But he’ll return, of course, and we’ll resume.
Law supposed to humiliate me, but my neighbors
prove nice. And bring treats for me as I wait.
Mr Kensill lingers. Has a question he has
trouble getting to.
Would Spud walk him also?
“We can try when he comes back.”
Labels: dogs, insolence of office, perverse rule, perversity, tyranny, walking the dog
