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“Sunset doesn’t last all evening
A mind can blow those clouds away
After all this, my love is up and must be leaving
It’s not always going to be this grey

All things must pass
All things must pass away
All things must pass
None of life’s strings can last
So, I must be on my way

And face another day…”

Here comes the sun, here comes the sun,

And I say,

It’s all right!”

Oooooh, the owners. I really thought you were exchanging pleasantries with the Labs until you cleared that up.

I can’t resist communicating with dogs–even other people’s dogs. And Labs: now they’re my kinda people.

Since you enjoy retriever weather, you’d have that in common…it’s the extra layer of fat, you know (the retrievers, that is).

“Mandelstam was last seen in December 1938, rooting through a garbage heap near Vladivostok. He had ventured some remarks critical of the Soviet government, which drolly illustrated his error by sending him to Siberia to be starved and beaten to death.”
–Gene Wolfe

Good Gnus

When cares attack and life seems black,
How sweet it is to pot a yak,
Or puncture hares and grizzly bears,
And others I could mention;
But in my Animals “Who’s Who”
No name stands higher than the Gnu;
And each new gnu that comes in view
Receives my prompt attention.

When Afric’s sun is sinking low,
And shadows wander to and fro,
And everywhere there’s in the air
A hush that’s deep and solemn;
Then is the time good men and true
With View Halloo pursue the gnu;
(The safest spot to put your shot
is through the spinal column).

To take the creature by surprise
We must adopt some rude disguise,
Although deceit is never sweet,
And falsehoods don’t attract us;
So, as with gun in hand you wait,
Remember to impersonate
A tuft of grass, a mountain-pass,
A kopje or a cactus.

A brief suspense, and then at last
The waiting’s o’er, the vigil past;
A careful aim. A spurt of flame.
It’s done. You’ve pulled the trigger,
And one more gnu, so fair and frail,
Has handed in its dinner-pail;
(The females all are rather small,
The males are somewhat bigger).
P. G. Wodehouse (“Unpleasantness at Bludiegh Court”)