Conversations With A Corgi
April 30th 2007 11:51
The other day, while sitting on the toilet, my Corgi approached. He seemed to have something on his mind. Indeed, he prefaced, "deorre, I have something on my mind. I don't understand humans."
"Really Corgi", I retorted, a bit off guard in my present state of cartharsis. "Say more" (even a therapist from the toilet).
"Well deorre, I see you humans snickering and making snide comments about how dogs eat feces and lick their crotch, and other things canine. I see you mocking my canine reverie. And then I see you humans having wars, and killing, and destroying, in the name of stuff you say is important. It just seems like that is worse than what we dogs do."
I pondered this, appearing quite like the Thinker upon my throne. "Corgi," I said, "you have a very good point."
He looked at me and said "could you hurry up there? I'm thirsty."
deorre
"Really Corgi", I retorted, a bit off guard in my present state of cartharsis. "Say more" (even a therapist from the toilet).
"Well deorre, I see you humans snickering and making snide comments about how dogs eat feces and lick their crotch, and other things canine. I see you mocking my canine reverie. And then I see you humans having wars, and killing, and destroying, in the name of stuff you say is important. It just seems like that is worse than what we dogs do."
I pondered this, appearing quite like the Thinker upon my throne. "Corgi," I said, "you have a very good point."
He looked at me and said "could you hurry up there? I'm thirsty."
deorre
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