Thursday, 25 December 2008

Dog Story: I belong here

I am the bakery dog.
This is my home.
I sleep here, yeah, right here.
"I have nowhere to go." How's that for sympathy.
Bits and pieces, bread crumbs, chewed chicken bones, countless empty glasses of cold coffee...
It is the same everyday, except on some days there are bits of chocolate.

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