Bongo and I used to chase tail together.
And then he started to chase his own
tail. I informed him that Marilyn Manson
chases his own tail, too. Isn't that
a-mazing? I mean, to surgically remove
some ribs...Bongo, would you do that?
For love? of Tail?
A little man perches atop my couch,
straddling the arm, chewing my ear. His
nose is cold and wet, and his eye
twinkles with wistful lubricating eye
drops. Such is life with a habit like Bongo.
I used to be addicted to coke. But
enough about me. Bongo taught me
American Sign Language. Through this
bond, he signaled to me that he was
lonely. desperate. miserable. Hey man,
you can use my leg ANY time.
was born a dog and will die a dog. I
often wonder if he will ever know the life
that is not of a dog.
And then he started to chase his own
tail. I informed him that Marilyn Manson
chases his own tail, too. Isn't that
a-mazing? I mean, to surgically remove
some ribs...Bongo, would you do that?
For love? of Tail?
never had. No, wait. That would make
Jana like the mother I never had. Let's
not go there.
straddling the arm, chewing my ear. His
nose is cold and wet, and his eye
twinkles with wistful lubricating eye
drops. Such is life with a habit like Bongo.
Bongo's puppies.
enough about me. Bongo taught me
American Sign Language. Through this
bond, he signaled to me that he was
lonely. desperate. miserable. Hey man,
you can use my leg ANY time.