The old dog stands in the boat and remembers. He remembers the ships and the times the men came in the ships and then they got out of the ships and then they were not in the ships. The men had fish and fish jerky and fish pudding and fish pretzels that he enjoyed. Sometimes the men would explain their tattoos but he could not understand them. Sometimes the men did not understand them. This he also did not understand.
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This post is too deep for my poor abused brain this morning.
Some Hemingway you are!
Didn’t he also write:
For Whom The Squeaky Toy Squeaks
The Tennis Ball Also Rises
Farewell To Chew Toys
To Have And Have Not Treats
Across The River and Into The Car
Green Hydrants Of Africa
A Moveable Food Bowl
Under The Blankie
Faye is firing on all cylinders this morning! ?
Alison, Thank you.
I had strong coffee! And being a librarian helped.
NTMTOM’s writing is so inspiring.
That was FUN.
Librarians are my favorite kind of people.
I love the smell of a library in the morning – or any other time really, for that matter 🙂
Faye! I’m in awe! Nice job.
I love how this blog attracts people who are smart enough to really appreciate NTMTOM’s wit.
So smart that they can take it to the same level. I’m just sitting here going, ‘heh heh, that’s good.”
All credit to the wonderful NTMTOM and you’all.
UNDER THE BLANKIE
I love you , Faye.
AWWW shucks. Lol.
That title sells the best!!! (Nothing better on Earth than dog in bed under the blankie!)
Fish puddins I do not understand.
Hovertext I do understand.
Ratz! ! I do not show the hover texts on my screen! Aaargh!