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so, life of a dog has perhaps made it's most comparatively drastic change in between series (not ignoring the after school specials that have peppered the spring), with new characters, new settings, and finer weather.

first, the escape from the house of vanity into the sea of blue, where my canine soul was restored, albeit to start with involving so much artificial light i almost tried to do blackouts in my own life. however, this did not draw from the ever rising sun and the more concise introduction of further characters, or in one case a transformation that would have made plato proud.

so for one example the literal raising of a bar blurred the sights of some of even the finest, with (deep breath) acre, toffee, h20, ma, dodger, emo, mdma, ussr, rodeo, fruitcake, and many many others stumbling home.

however, fast forward an indeterminate amount of time to almost a hollywood return of model, grr, brazil, redditch, darling, sorel and camberwell which prompted much barking and a warming of my cold canine heart at the sight of their mirrored smiling faces (some all the way from the stone village).

but even this was not enough said the sun (including hat), to which i replied 'surely not?' (not speech marks because being a metaphorical conversation i didn't actually 'say' that). and so with a backdrop of my ever favourite mythical creature based left turn, life of a dog saw the return of dubstep, curly, glue, k-swiss, giz, and jail(!) at the beginning of an evening (it was still light and the score was still 0-0) that i can't recall the end of? although unfortunately i think because of my sleepy eyes failing to capture memories after too much walkies.

although of course, there is always a cloud looming at the edge of the blue sky, with the last sightings of edinburgh and glue until at least 210710 (thats an easy one) with curly, belltower politics, hooplah and other in attendance as they are now over where war is cold.

all was not lost though, as i promised to keep a ticket warm for them and others for my transformation of 51 to 73 over 2 and a 1/2 at 1800250710.

maybe a real story next time? maybe a real story next time.

xx

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apologies faithful readers - first for the lack of posting in a rather long time, and second for the poor fragment i bring to you today. not only was this written between deptford and camberwell on 2 buses but times have indeed changed since. however, this might serve as food for thought for a currently in production work to be published soon.

so with the return of life of a dog's main cast for more than fleeting visits, stories may have been taking place before your very eyes albeit not in black and white like me. so to recap we will choose some of the finer cuts from this... Time.
but first, a digested summary should you be in a hurry and hungry for metaphors;
back to the future which looks an awful lot like the past but with more degrees, spent mostly rolling to and on fields of hills, absorbing d and introducing a new generation for broadcasting after school, making eyes at glue, running in circles, fixing holes in the sea of blue, returning to a new present far from the house of vanity.

however this does seem quite succinct and more accurate than i remember with the only addition maybe being

the continuous 925 rolling on in the downtime between series (trailers are already being screened) with dangerous waters lapping at my paws and sunshine being sometimes all too prevalent. suburban cities - it's my turn now.

do tell if you understood less than usual in this post. or too much? adjustments might be made accordingly.

x

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so i feel i must write something at least alluding to an apology for the hasty introduction of new characters. last week's post was something of a spin-off while most of the main cast were 'pursuing other projects' - however i felt this should not delay the new series a moment longer.

and so with somewhat of a surprise came a return of so many characters yesterday evening it was almost an 'after school special', except this is not the perfect description, because the night ended in a trip to some fabricated existence where 'no dogs allowed' reigned supreme and took me elsewhere (namely to a welcoming rarely involving only model and darling).

and so returned friday (also the day that the house of vanity reveals to us all our captive hours for the next week) and me to the 10pm world in the real world circa midday.

but this was no sooner endured than i rolled forth on jay (for older readers, jay has replaced robin. for new readers, both are bicycles) to the ladywellcoming home of curly. before being joined by most of the previous night's clientele including maths, fire, glasgow, dubstep, giz, politics, happy, kangaroo, politics and several others.

now i've never been very good at moving on to a new day with any sort of panache 0r grace so please turn to page 12:45030410 where i rejoined some of the spin off cast. and shortly afterward with the briefest of racing pitstops i was once again flying toward nukes. and i was not disappointed but treated a (further reduced) cast complete with a spread fit for several kings laid on by our dance music named host.

apologies for missing fragments, speedy jumps, vague descriptions and repeated words, as this entry was written; on my phone on a bus, then outside a video shop, and on a bit of newspaper on the train.

x

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so with an impressive two requests for a more uptodate insight in to the life of a dog, we meet again.

to begin, something i paw'd into my telephone whilst sitting on some steps.

....so this morning at the kind of time i would describe in nothingy conversations as 'too early' despite it being nothing of the sort, i dragged my paws more than usual toward the aforementioned house of vanity. however, i put this reluctance down to the prevention of a second motor oil strength coffee by the blight of toothpaste and marched myself with forced vigour in to the dragon's frat house.

so after approximately 4.2 moments of deja vu exactly 70 minutes apart, i emerged with the firm belief that one day never returning would save my soul. so later this was followed by a night of irresistible bargains and a 16 flashbacks to the time before the time before when i was still in uniform, but these were welcome and not too plentiful.

and with no more than a blink i was rolling quickly towards the sea of blue, to learn something about ropes near a car park. and while the comfort of familiar faces was a nice surprise, i almost made it through the day without so much as a false step, before metaphorically barking too loudly when prompted out of the sea of blue.

so continued the weekend on to our favourite bridge with jammy dodger, ma, bnbn, r2d2, fruitcake and others, still only five days since our beloved family had arrived in california.

welcome back wandering soldiers.

x