It was a lonely day in the prison yard...
Most of the other puppies had been sprung or released for good behavior.
I wasn't having none of that.
After all, I am a rebel.
You could smell the fear of the other puppies as they watched me walk alone by myself in the yard.
Fear - it smells like pee, but only worse.
You could hear the howls of the other puppies as their gaze burned into my skull.
Burning skull - it smells like peanut butter.
I gave as good as I got.
I stared them down, daring them to try and forget who was the top dog.
After all, I am a rebel.
Then, she walked by.
I ran to the fence, my voice cracking as she came closer.
And, with one superpuppy effort, I yelled:
After all, I may be a rebel,
but I ain't no fool!
He's a rebel and he'll never ever be any goodReplyDelete
He's a rebel and he'll never ever be understood
And just because he doesn't do what everybody else does
That's no reason why I can't give him all my love
He is always good to me, always treats me tenderly
'Cause he's not a rebel, no no no
He's not a rebel, no no no, to me
I bet she's singing this to the stars tonight!
peanut butter?! did someone say peanut butter?!!ReplyDelete
I hope you got of jail sooner rather than later.... i hope you didnt "drop the soap!!"
Home is the BEST place to be♥ReplyDelete
What did you do for all that prison time? Lift weights? Deal bones and treats?
MM peanut butter - I love that smell!
Glad your release date wasn't too far off this horrible feary experience!
Good luck bustin' out of the joint Jack. I saw a movie once. They dug holes. I think that is a good bet.ReplyDelete
Morning Jack were you a Rebel Without a Cause...if so that might be why you are still in the 'pen'!!! I told mom she was dating herself with this comment.ReplyDelete
Madi and Mom
Burning skulls smell like peanut butter?! Who knew!!ReplyDelete
That looks like a lonely prison, Jack! In my prison I get to play with my friends a lot.
Woof! Woof! You are smart n find your way out there SOON. Lots of Golden Woofs, SugarReplyDelete
Ick! Being alone in the prison yard stinks. Momma leaves me alone in the yard before agilities school and don't appreciate it. Something about being supposed to pee and poo before class. Not having any of it.ReplyDelete
I sure hope you were able to get out of there Jack! I imagine by now you have dug your way out or got the keys from the prison guard. Love, Debbie and HollyReplyDelete
I hope you can get out soon!ReplyDelete
Jack - i'll come get ya...one of Mom's favorite shows was Prison Break - believe me I can help! Be right there!ReplyDelete
Peanut butter??? I bet you could use that bench to jump right over that metal fence, its called "Falling with Style!!" Good luckReplyDelete
Born to be . . . cuddled. Hey, it may not sound tough, but life is good!ReplyDelete
I'm thinking of your latest movie, "Rebel Without a Cause," and then there was the one you did with Marlon Brandog, but I forgot the name of it. Jack, you gotta learn to jump the fence!ReplyDelete
PS JackDaddy...never in a million years do I want to relive the Early Dork years...some hairstyles just need to die.
AAAhhhh yeah... home is where the heart is, so they say... hope "she" sprang ya!ReplyDelete
Rebel without a cause?ReplyDelete
Jack -- looks to me like you might need legal counsel! Where is the TG?ReplyDelete
Oh, Jack! What did you do to end up there in the first place?ReplyDelete
Jack..that looks awful!!! Finally got caught huh??? BOL!!!ReplyDelete
Licks from me!!