Tasty Bones

I had a Dream

“And no it wasn’t of the promised land but rather of myself as a young pup and the thrill of graduating obedience training class and being able to chase my tail around in circles until somebody threw me a bone. And throw me a bone they did.

After gnawing on this bone for a bit and enjoying the delicious taste of the marrow, it lost its flavor and my interest for a moment but like any good dawg I buried that bone for later reference.

This is where the dream crossed into the dark side. As I aged into a old dawg and time slowed down I started lying on the porch more and more and soon started forgetting where I buried all of those ‘tasty, dirty bones throughout life’s journey. So I started looking around.

This is about the time I woke up needing to find a tree, and decided that since I was awake I might as well start the day;

And this brings us to the now part of my morning. I scanned through reader and found the prompt yet another repeat like a bad sitcom that will not leave the air. coffee is slow to brew my mind into anything resembling a functioning machine so I will close this ramble my friends. Have a great Wednesday and “May all your dawgy treats be coated with love”

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13 responses to “Tasty Bones”

    1. Thank you Dawn, I enjoy doing this. Give my brain a good work out in the mornings.

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  1. Hey, I remember those days! … Remember playing “fetch”? Heh, heh, I used to be able to “sit up and beg” for HOURS without toppling over or needing that tree! … Happy days…

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    1. In my old age I need that tree a lot more lol, I still play fetch but with different rules. Was never good at begging, I’d more likely just bite the hand that fed me in those long ago Dawg days of life. ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜

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      1. I’ve had problems with needing that tree more and faster than ANYBODY since my First Grade teacher complained about it. Age and trauma don’t help, and neither do the kinds of physical strain that come with responsible homelessness. I now wear split undertrousers beneath skirts of sufficient length and width to place a designated travelling cup beneath them while I admire the sky for a moment or two…

        What different rules? You throw the stick now?

        Not good at begging? You and me both, bro, though I never have been one to bite the hand that feeds ~ if I think that hand is of false enough motivation to tempt toothwort I politely refuse the meal and fast instead.

        Hmmmm… Explains how I got homeless, right? When describing a woman, “Poor but honest” USED to be a compliment…

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        1. Ingenuity works great, and yeppers this old dawg has the younger puppies learning. I guess when I was young I didn’t trust the hand, much like today being the hand is attached to government of some fashion. ‘Poor but Honest still means something around this Dawghouse sister.

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          1. Refreshing! ๐Ÿ™‹

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    Willie Torres Jr.

    Oh !!! And …. Peace, Love and Firecracker, Firecracker, Boom Boom Boom. ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜‚

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    1. Me like the boom boom boom…๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿ‘

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        Willie Torres Jr.

        ๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿคฃ

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    Willie Torres Jr.

    Love it. Love the story and the pictures were awesome.

    Have a Great Day my Brother.

    Be Blessed and Be a Blessing. And in case I forget, Happy 4th of July. Be safe

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    1. Thank you Willie, I felt off this morning but was happy with the results.๐Ÿ˜Ž

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        Willie Torres Jr.

        I couldn’t tell. It was a Great Post

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