my ode
this is my very late ode to duke, requested be chelsea gale lane.
well were could i start duke deserves an ode in fact an ode is not enough he deserves more than a million odes. he sleeps all day but without any knowledge of there being anything else to do but sleep. i chases birds but would never do anything with one, once he captured it the thing would turn foe to unknown object and duke does not fare well with unknown. he eats all day. he has the unrestricted sense of when someone is eating. he doesnt like other dogs but thinks he does, my father painted a picture of him that know hangs in the living room. he has destroyed (artfully and without conviction) a couch two chairs a bed and a dresser by eating parts of them. yet goes by with no punishment. we never keep him outside and only goes out into the wild to explore then returns to the strong hold of the bed.
duke is a ode himself he is a ode to the saying, its a dogs life.
well were could i start duke deserves an ode in fact an ode is not enough he deserves more than a million odes. he sleeps all day but without any knowledge of there being anything else to do but sleep. i chases birds but would never do anything with one, once he captured it the thing would turn foe to unknown object and duke does not fare well with unknown. he eats all day. he has the unrestricted sense of when someone is eating. he doesnt like other dogs but thinks he does, my father painted a picture of him that know hangs in the living room. he has destroyed (artfully and without conviction) a couch two chairs a bed and a dresser by eating parts of them. yet goes by with no punishment. we never keep him outside and only goes out into the wild to explore then returns to the strong hold of the bed.
duke is a ode himself he is a ode to the saying, its a dogs life.