For days, it seems, we’ve lost our dog
We wander round in hazy fog
Our fear, it seems, – he’s run away
He’s spat the bone,
No more Dog play.
We wouldn’t give him up for quids
Sad old Crikey runs his good dog vids
We want him back, and make it soon.
Return to us, First Dog on Moon.
But where’s he gone ?
Is it unsound ?
Has anyone looked down the pound ?
Has he gone for good ?
Will he be found ?
But hark, to all, he will prevail
Return to us with waggy tail
I bet he has an iron-clad reason
He’s been chasin’ chicks in doggy season.
That dog is certainly not Milo. If you look closely and for some time, it seems almost as if it has a hint of Cristopher Pyne look about it? Something in the eyes, a bit manic perhaps.
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Perhaps there’s other information into which I’ve not been inducted, so I don’t really get this, but I do like the doggy doggerel.
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Now that you are here Warrigal, where are the two beautiful dogs, Mongrel and The Runt?
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Waz, you’re back! So good to see you again.
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I like the cover of the Able Tasman’s recording ‘Somebody Ate My Planet’. I wanted to load a link to a song off the album, to include the image of the cover.
My laptop needs to go to the hospital. It keeps closing down when the transactions get complex (more than one or two open windows). Darn.
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Do you have to be so contentious Hung?
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Oh com’on Laddie, come back, we loves you, it’s not the same without you 😉
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Maybe he’s waiting for civility to prevail. Once more!
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