|Space Helicopter |
Did he get declawed and neutered as birthday gifts?
|Wonko the Sane |
It would be all I could do to not sing this all day if he were my dog.
Sure, it's the light gray house with the dark gray roof. You can't miss it.
Is there a way to get the dog to recognize this song (or a facsimile thereof) in such high pitch that humans wouldn't hear it and therefore not know you planted and maintained a generator and speaker behind their house with said song on loop?
Someone got immolated by one of those wand lighters once upon a time. Yes he did. YES HE DID. Who's the most shellshocked boy?!
Where the fuck do these people live?
That back yard is fucking brutal with that fence, and those giant identical houses look like CGI. I feel like the view outside of their house is the twist ending from an episode of The Outer Limits.
There's no way to tell. These sorts of grey house-seas look the same anywhere.
Build a shack on the edge of a colony, and soon it will grow over you. One day you'll wake up in an empty backyard.
Their neighborhood has a name, though. It is like Pleasant Cove or Misty Valley. There may be a theme to the names of the streets. You'll never find their house because you'll forget whether they live on Knoll Bluff or Knoll Hollow or Green Bluff or Snuggle Valley.
Maybe he doesn't like the smell of candles?
I once had a cat who would react with loud yowling when the song "Camelot" was whistled in her presence. Any other tune would elicit no response.
Obviously, Robert Goulet was reincarnated as my cat.
You can kind of see in the dog's bearing and the way his ears go back all sad. Dude knows what the singing means. He is sad because he knows soon he will hate these people so bad.
I like how he begs her to stop, and she drives him outside with her continued singing. And then when he runs outside terrified she starts yelling the song at him so that he can still hear it. And of course, there's a fence. So he can't escape.
|Caminante Nocturno |
Conflict between my love for that dog and my contempt for suburbia.
Shouldn't that all sort of melt into a sweet stew of dog torture?
Hmm, that's awfully creepy in so many words. But I've already voted.
Trying to escape before the dancing rooster shows up.
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