Park sans squirrels? Alas, not quite the same.

So, pup played as gozzard a newest game

That turned into quite the ruckus to bear—

With honks and feathers flurried everywhere.

Fluff-tails never dared return chase with bite;

Feathered fiends, though, were all too bent for fight.

Now, dog, too dazed by day gaggled with dread,

Thinks walks are for the birds—dogs for the bed. ; )

Commuter’s route prepense depended on neither history hailed nor projections constructed, but just by departure up-shifted a could hours. ; )

Perchance, parroting papal piosity, preacher plants pride, ports pomp, precludes pathos. ; )

Certainly, had there been a way to adjust the scream via some sort of scordatura—that would have been preferred to replacing the *entire* vacuum. But, natheless, puppers was able to belt out a winsome whine—ie. not a wincing one—in tune with the more contemporary carpet cleaner, meriting the arrival of congratulatory company in its old corner of dark and doom, which, now, had earned title of ‘Nook Of Bark And Bloom’. ; )

“Well, considering the apes that frequent this place most days and the baboons that visit the others, we figured why not have our aleconner come from the simian pool too? Who better to determine there is no monkey business happening around this brew crew by ensuring hops are balanced pops and tips are no tab gyps?” ; )