with a windhoek in hand and a carcinogenic boerie on my plate i agreed to look after the house that Dave built. it was an awesome house. face brick cool, pressed ceilings and a plunge pool, timber creaking floors, steel frame windows and a super sun deck.i saw the arcade games and the pinball machine, i saw the bigscreen tv, i saw the books, i sensed the uncapped internet and i saw the beers in the fridge and my eyes turned to candy floss.
i was living the dream. this would be my december holiday....and then there were 4-two dags and two cats, and this holywood romcom turned into a nightmare on elm street.
Sophie and dexter, beagles of buoyant disposition. bouncing off walls like rubber balls, no surface too high, no object too tough. they're rolling, they're fighting, theyre loving me like i was a rubber bone. i wade through the air, thickened by the flotsam of their hair, my lungs furry as a bear. they're on the bed, they're on the couch,they're missiles seeking a patting hand.
their gobby tongues lapping me like i was a lolly pop. a bowel expulsion so dastardly, my cerebellum scarred, my short term memory erased.
They're at the gate. their pink red tongues stalignites. their eyeballs toffee apples, bulging to see, ears radars focused to hear, their legs slinky's waiting to pounce. they're all over me and not since that award for full attendance in primary school have i been this feted.
They're at the gate. their pink red tongues stalignites. their eyeballs toffee apples, bulging to see, ears radars focused to hear, their legs slinky's waiting to pounce. they're all over me and not since that award for full attendance in primary school have i been this feted.
this is a story about a boy and his dog
i love you sparky
the russian bear hunter, masterswordsman and savoury toothed tiger
