At The Dog Pound

Oliver visited the dog pound yesterday........  why the smell alone was enough to make him almost pass out, let alone the two huge straining at their leashes Pit Bulls in the office lobby.... I guess the staff was acclimatizing the natural born killers to humans..................

It got Oliver to thinking about our exercising our dominance..........

In the slightest of ways even........... an interesting subject no doubt.

Sure!  Olive can be sarcastic if he wants to......... Why not?

He opened his little Holy Book he purchased at the thrift store that was once owned by  a  'right gunner'
in a B-29 and carried it in his flack jacket....... dated December 1943.

Oliver opened the little Holy  book and read inside........ about the Self Righteous and the Enemy.

He figured to himself it must be  your choice........  its all in the justification and the rationalization..... yours or anothers.

Fascinating he thought how we can string the words like little Puca shells or pearls drilled and strung upon a string made of monofilament heard'ed up  into a straight line and worn around our own neck.....

and think we are voting for a better.

Pretty, Pretty, as we admire.

Exercise dominance over the  brown and black doberman pincer as she lays on the floor on her back pawing skyward in canine submission whilst pissing on the floor.

Other wise she was  the panting bitch  barking at the door through the screen exercising her dominance in the slightest of ways.............. over you.

At The Dog Pound.