A diamond is now in the ruff

A diamond is now in the ruff. I’ll be ‘-innie the pooh’ tomorrow to stay out of the dog house, so she won’t think I lost it at a cat house. That is Bull-winkle beside a herd of meese. Dr. Pepper was sitting on the coffee table, so I psyched the couch into shrinking my mind and unwound, where ‘finger lickin good’ chicken scented fingers dangled. A passing canine removed it in a single lap as smooth as a talented pick-pocket, swallowing the canary like a grinning teen with a tongue ring. A meal of gold in a thin circle that I hope cycles and comes through the back door sooner than later, when I will then become the retriever.

by Art~



Just so your perfectly clear on the poem above; My dog ate, swallowed a diamond ring and yep, we had to recover it. Shit happens! And, yes, I wrote a poem about it, back when it all went down.


What do you do if a dog swallows your pen?
Use a pencil instead.

What’s worse than raining cats and dogs?
Hailing taxis.

Why don’t dogs make good dancers?
Because they have two left feet.


I like driving around with my two dogs, especially on the freeways. I make them wear little hats so I can use the car-pool lanes.
–Monica Piper

Heaven goes by favor; if it went by merit, you would stay out and your dog would go in.
–Mark Twain.

When a man’s dog turns against him it is time for a wife to pack her trunk and go home to mama.
–Mark Twain.

have a dog gone good day




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