The house dog, our burglar alarm<\/p>\n
(BURGULAR, BURGALAR, BURGOLAR I can spell it as I like<\/p>\n
proved forgettable after all.<\/p>\n
Here I am on another computer, having ridden the first one into the dust.<\/p>\n
The marathon goes marching onCoo as steady as the drum on the galley, pounding out the rhythm so the oars do not become tangled,<\/p>\n
While my tangles bipolar brain<\/p>\n
is racing up and down the aisles of my minimart life<\/p>\n
jumping up and pulling things off the shelves in a jumble of joyful anarchy.<\/p>\n
Cookies crumble as the packages are rent assunder.<\/p>\n
How pleased is\u00a0OliverthedogofGraceWiebenga with himself,<\/p>\n
Diving in the dinky dumpster of disturbed demented \u00a0distress,<\/p>\n
Mixing metaphors with similes with a toothy smile like a cartoon dog,<\/p>\n
Muscular tail wagging so vigorously that delicate items must be taken to sanctuary for preservation.<\/p>\n
‘Who can resist such joyful abandon?<\/p>\n
We roll on the floor and tussle with this aging puppy, murrrmufrring love sounds.<\/p>\n
There’s a boy, that’s a boy, It’s such \u00a0a boy, such a good boy, yes we are, oh yes oh yes oh yesssss.<\/p>\n
Finally we find the special spot that soothes and does not excite, and things calm down enough<\/p>\n
for words to emerge instead of inchoate thoughts and \u00a0cavorting emotions.<\/p>\n
OliverthedogofGraceWiebenga<\/p>\n
Sit. \u00a0Stay. \u00a0Good dog.<\/p>\n
Quiet while I save this and publish it.<\/p>\n
I know. \u00a0No fun. \u00a0More fun to tear apart the toilet paper rolls.<\/p>\n
But let’s compromise with the other people’s world,<\/p>\n
the calm ones who walk with feet on the ground.<\/p>\n
Good dog, \u00a0OliverthedogofGraceWiebenga.<\/p>\n
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