Friday, May 06, 2005

Youth culture killed my dog
And I don't think it's fair
- They Might Be Giants

Poor old dog, she ain’t looking the best. Not that she ever really did, but this time I think it’s curtains. Last week she started coughing up blood and spent the weekend at the vet but now she’s come back home, not exactly with a new lease on life, but with enough doggie drugs to make the end an easy one.

Luckily it’s not my dog (Brutus is made of plastic) but I’ve taken it a few walks, thrown it a few bones, that sort of thing. It’s my mother’s partner’s dog and he’s had it for about 16 years, so in dog years that’s getting on a bit, 112 I think. Oh well, time to step on a rainbow and enter that great big kennel in the sky.

On the other hand my terrier Brutus is doing fantastically! Here he is earlier today enjoying the Wellington sunshine.
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