I’m always forlorn when they leave me alone in this domestic space but then I also like to have the opportunity to laze around unfettered. Daydreaming is by definition, my inheritance. Let me remind you, I’m not a plaything. I’m an animal, a canine, I can bite back. BEWARE OF MOI! I kid you not. I bit a baby once. I’ll shred your Tupperware, eat your leftovers, including your paltry half-eaten dessert and scatter them across the floor. Because dogs do not have to comply with the rules of your compulsive compulsory manners. I won’t let them think they can get away unscathed, leaving me solo without consequences. This is the rambling of a sleepy dog. What kind of scarf does the Red Baron wear? Green seems so Italian. But you’re just a gay Dutch person , ( read : dyke). The queen didn’t know how to use a computer and I’m cutting blue and orange paper in my mind. This was not my plan. I have nothing legible to say. I can’t eat chocolate or nuts. I can’t even hold a pen.