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viernes, enero 16, 2009

Woof Woof Woof

There she is, Luna Long Legs. My dear dog friend. And, oh boy, are some people angry at her. Not me, not my family, not my friends, not visitors, not the other dogs. No. Seems that she barks and defends her territory (that's her job), and like lots of other beach dogs, she runs free. Ut oh. That means, she goes where she wants to and when she wants to. Did Bob Dylan sing, "Dogs run free/why not we?" And that, amig@s, is how she has encountered certain unnamed persons who dislike her and call the Perro Policia on her and threaten her Bienestar. Of course, when pressed the Perro Policia want her tied up. OK. Bueno. Luna will comply with the law. She doesn't have to like it. And she doesn't. But, Companeros, when you kick around the perros, it won't be long before she and the others rise up and establish the Dictatorship of the Perros. Just watch. It's a matter of historical necessity.

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