A rambling and often incoherent journey into the mind of a Tennessee Cattle Dog/Blue Tick Coonhound mix with a face only a mother could love (and an insatiable taste for beer).
Monday, June 8, 2009
A Burning Thirst That Will Never Die
Oh the pain! The lamentations barely can fall from my tiny, sweet little lips before the pain is so much too much to bear. It is for me but a brief respite in the desert of life when I taste but a drop of the sweet nectar that is Dos Perros...a nectar of the gods that only can be described in my small, little words as sublime. Please, o merciful one, release me from my pain so that I may bathe in pools of the cool, brown nectar and be free of the pain that is so much the now.