An old mans lament after his beloved dog died:
"You were only a dog, but I wish I were you. When you go to your bed to sleep you just turn around three times and lie down. When I go to bed , I have to lock up the place, and set my alarm clock, and put out the cat, and undress myself, and my wife wakes up and scolds me, and then the baby wakes up and cries, and I have to walk him around the house , and then maybe I get myself to bed in time to get up again.
"When you get up you just stretch yourself, scratch your neck a little, and you are up. I have to light the fire, put on the kettle, cook some breakfast for my wife and I. You lay around all day and have plenty of fun. I have to work all day and have plenty of trouble. When you die, you are dead. When I die, I have to go somewhere again."
Monday, June 11, 2007
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