We didn't stop at painting our wagon, we went right on to painting the inside of the house. Woohoo!
Now I have to choose a paint color.
Folks are here scraping the walls and then they're going to scrape the outside. I like them because the dogs like them. Sprocket wants to play with one of them. She walks up to him and barks. When he goes to pet her, she scampers away and barks. When he goes back to work, she gets close to him and barks. This is what she's saying:
you with the hat and the hair and the thing that makes that ccckkkrreehhh noise that thing yes now you will you will i can tell you will chase me now now now now dont you hear me chase me now and you pretend you cant hear me but you will chase me now and you ask that boy what i want and you know you want to chase me away because i bother you and you know you want toand i want you to do that but you ask that boy and he says i want you to do that and you wont do it and you glare at me and want to chase me and you dont chase me and you dont chase me and i hate you but i wont hate you soon and then youll chase me because i say you want to chase me you want to i know
Spring ignores the whole thing. She says this:
You are in my town.
You do not have a meat passport.
You were not invited.
You should have a meat passport.
I will stare at you.
You are frightened.
I rule.
I can eat you any time.
I rule.
I will sleep.
You will get a passport.
I rule.
Because the dogs are so good at policing the household, I know it's safe to have these people in the house.
That's what I tell myself, anyway.
In my world, if the dogs aren't fond of a person, I decide to be careful of that person, assuming that the person isn't nice. It's a litmus test, except it's a dog test. And the wool can be pulled over my eyes if they feed the dog something tasty. Like lamb or mutton. Anything that might have had wool.
my world
In my world, a litmus test could also be overcome by painting yourself blue or red. The problem would be knowing which way to paint before the test was administered. And the other problem would be if you lived in Los Angeles and there were gangs everywhere and they wanted to beat the hell out of you because of your colors.
Damn!
That would suck!
No wonder no one uses litmus paper anymore.
Posted by dotty at January 3, 2005 10:20 PM