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Mans Best Friend

Perhaps I'll go outside today if someone lets me out or maybe I'll just stay in bed and sleep a fair amount. I wonder whats for dinner or if I'll get a bath.. If somone will get mad at me for straying from the path. These walls are all around me in this world of fog. Why couldn't I be human and not a blessed dog. Yes I'm a little Beagle. Cute as cute could be. A prisoner in this basement. Four walls made of concrete. I don't get hot water or a fresh new set of clothes. I'm lucky if my master squirts me with a hose. So the next time you start whining cause you think your lifes so blue. Remember you brought it on yourself. I t's all because your'e you! Me I am a little prisoner and innocent at that. My life pretty much sucks but at least I'm not a cat.....

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