Sunday, April 13, 2008

Dogs 372-378

Dog waits patiently
Ball eternally unthrown
Will you be the one?

I don't know if I'm getting any better at poetry.

I know you're not tall enough to be able to open it up and look inside for treats, but pretending it's not there doesn't mean the compost bin goes away, dude.

There's a school of thought that says magic can't be real, because otherwise we'd've done something awesome with it by now (portal to paradise dimension, creation of candy mountain, etc). But I wonder if the truth is that it's real, but all it's actually good for is occasionally bringing your shadow to life and having it take your naps for you, like some kind of Sleep Battery. Maybe that's why there are some motherfuckers who always seem to get more done in their day.

When it comes right down to it, the holidays are just a little bit rough on everyone. But when it gets to the point where you need a really stiff eggnog to just sit down by yourself and kind of stare off into the middle distance where nobody will bother you, you should probably consider doing something else entirely for that time of the year.

What I'm about to show you next is a before/after series for people who are considering entering the exciting world of software development.



The choice, as always, is yours.

Every time I run into one of these "don't even need a leash" dogs, I wonder whether they feel superior to other, lesser dogs who need a piece of rope to know where they're supposed to be at all times. Does it even cross their minds?