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Wow, the dogs in Wisconsin are so bored they don't even want to urinate for the camera!
You know if the dog was smoking a post-coital cigarette, it could be a RH Hardin “art” photo.
You ain't nothin' but a hound dogCryin' all the time,You ain't nothin' but a hound dogCryin' all the time,You ain't never caught a rabbitAnd you ain't no friend a mine.Presley sang crochin' for cryin' which made it even better.
dog, eh? Interesting.
RH Hardin's comments and photos are strange...endearing...but strange.
Get up and hunt something, Blue, you worthless layabout.
Hey that puppy is part white and part black. Is his middle name Hussien?
That's a Brooklyn dog.
Pissing on a hydrantPissing on a treePissing under God's green skyI'm free I'm free I'm free!
"That's a Brooklyn dog."Oh, sorry my mistake. He's just high.
He’s just sad because his father split and his mother left him with his grandmother to run away to Indonesia to marry a Shih Tzu. And his grandmother is a typical old white poodle who is afraid of chocolate labs. It’s a dog’s life I tell ya.
There's a great poem by Lawrence Ferlinghetti, DOG, unfortunately screwed up with standard hippy hate cops crap, but otherwise a great poem about a dog trotting down the street and seeing what it sees. I can't do cut and paste but it's easy to find, just google Ferlinghe...
Dappled lawn with roosters, dog, tennis ball and fragment of faux wool rug picMay 13. No dappled pictures since then.
DOG The dog trots freely in the street and sees reality and the things he sees are bigger than himself and the things he sees are his reality Drunks in doorways Moons on trees The dog trots freely thru the street And the things he sees Are smaller than himself Fish on newsprint Ants in holes Chickens in Chinatown windows their heads a block away The dog trots freely in the street and the things he smells smell something like himself The dog trots freely in the street past puddles and babies cats and cigars poolrooms and policemen He doesn’t hate cops He merely has no use for them and he goes past them and past the dead cows hung up whole in front of the San Francisco Meat Market He would rather eat a tender cow than a tough policeman though either might doand he goes past the Romeo Ravioli Factoryand past Coit’s towerand past Congressman DoyleHe’s afraid of Coit’s towerbut he’s not afraid of Congressman Doylealthough what he hears is very discouragingvery depressingvery absurd to a sad young dog like himself to a serious dog like himself But he has his own free world to live inHis own fleas to eat He will not be muzzled Congressman Doyle is just another fire hydrantto him The dog trots freely in the street and has his own dog’s life to live and to think about and to reflect upon touching and tasting and testing everything investigating everything without benefit of perjury a real realist with a real tale to tell and a real tail to tell it with a real live barking democratic dog engaged in real free enterprise with something to say ` about ontology something to say about reality and how to see it and how to hear it with his head cocked sideways at streetcorners as if he is just about to have his picture taken for Victor Records and looking like a living questionmark into the great gramaphone of puzzling existence with its wondrous hollow horn which always seems just about to spout forth some Victorious answer to everything From A Coney Island of the MindBy Lawrence Ferlinghetti - 1958
Come and listen to my story 'bout a man named Jed.
I don't think anyone can know the meaning of love unless they've had a dog.
I love dogs. A little soy sauce, some garlic and a veggie stir fry. Once you get past the issue of the little bastard fetching your newspaper or frisbee they really do taste like chicken.Now kimchi I don't like. Smells like your grandmas socks. I pretty much assumed after the main course of dog that most Korean cusine is based on a dare. Dog was tasty, but I passed on the fermented cole slaw.
That photo immediately reminded me of this watercolor.
The wood floor and the sunlight makes it seem rural, but it is an art gallery in Chelsea.
No, it was raining the day we went to Chelsea.It's an art gallery in Williamsburg.
Nice blending with shadow patterned floor.
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