Most days, this is what my front door looks like. An assorted pile of sticks that I have brought home from my daily travels. I like it this way – if I decide to take a stick with me it is waiting for me, and if I don’t then I know exactly where I left them.
But today when I returned from my walkie, my front door looked like this:
Someone – I am informed that it was the cleaning crew who periodically clean and vacuum the hallways of my building – ARRANGED my sticks. The nerve! Some stranger was touching my sticks – I just cannot stand for such things. So I immediately pulled one from it’s boring symmetric arrangement and the entire pile all fell back in front of my door.
JUST THE WAY I LIKE IT
Love,
Bogart
The nerve!! Who would mess with your stick stash !?!
We just read from our Dale pal, ‘Violet’, that your Governor just adopted 2 baby Airedales! I bet he saw you walking around town and was so impressed with your handsomeness!
Wyatt and Stanzie
Datz wot mesays: Art Should NOT be Adulterated, only maybe possibly ADTerated by Maestro Hisself. Amen!
Luv,
Bel (Maestro wannabe)