Honest Dog

Dogs are  very very honest you never see pretence.
You rarely see Chihuahuas leap a 10 foot fence

You always find Dalmatians that wear a spotty coat
never ever seen one looking like an elephant or goat.

Bulldog, Dog, Animal, Pet, Play, Playful

A poodle never ever dress up to look like a great Dane
For poodle love that poodle look, so poodles look the same.

Dogs are true and faithful and never tell you lies
If they have plans to bite you – they tell you with their eyes

If doggy wants to love you, it tells you with it’s tail
They never care just who you are, or rich, poor, strong or frail.

A Wonderful Surprise

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I still remain quite handsome, although I’ve lost my teeth.
My head remains most elegant, to my personal relief
my hair remains a golden dowdy, though, refreshingly brief.

I’m best described athletic, slim and tall, gyrate
with an agile, bouncy, if not slightly hobbled gait.

With a coloring of eyes that make a blue sky look quite wrong.
I smile just like a sunrise, that lasts the whole day long.

With intelligence and an IQ that double figures match
and Wittiness so lightning fast that few can ever catch

My integrity’s  unquestioned my honesty’s intact
I can’t be bought without hard cash, and that’s a well known fact.

I smell like fresh spring flowers, I’m simply  a wonderful surprise.
You never ever catch me exaggerating, telling fibs, or lies.

Outback Directions

   I never had a good sense of direction. ( absolutely none). I always blamed this weakness that I had evidently developed during my  young adulthood years on my City upbringing.

As a young person if I ever found myself a little bit lost I inevitably reverted to checking directioout the numbers located at front and rear of passing buses.

Buses as a rule have a set route and standing at a bus stop in a city it seemed a quite a natural progressing to develop a growing awareness and understanding that certain bus numbers stick rigidly to a particular route.

 As a youth in the city and finding myself under a rising sun when my only known direction was an awareness that I was heading rapidly towards sobering up. I relied heavily on knowing that the “38 bus” went past my local library and headed up the hill toward, Past the Odeon Picture house, then did a U turn and did the reverse route.

This meant that if I found myself looking at a  38 bus and also a 72 bus, I had a cross reference. The result being that if my  wristwatch said 6.45 A.M. I had no problem navigating my way to work.

Emigrating to Australia I found some of Basic rules my father taught me. One of them being my  ability to locate the North Star to be totally obsolete. On several occasions I found myself blankly looking at the night sky wondering what the hell had happened to “The Stars”. I will admit it, Southern skies to this day totally confuse me. . .  I suspect that some things need to be learned young.

I write this note to excuse myself from an incident that happened when I was working in an outback pub.  On one rainy day I received a phone call from a local resident checking the road conditions. “Was it Raining?”  Asked the caller. “Yes,” I said. “what direction is it coming from”. “This totally stumped me. “It is coming from UP and its heading DOWN” I said.