Out, damn'd spot! out, I say!—One; two: why, then
'tis time to do't.—The smell is murky.—Fie, my dog, fie, a Pound Hound, and
afeard? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our
clean'r to scrub?—Yet who would have thought the old dog to
have had so much piss in him?
(Text adapted from Act 5, Scene 1 of Shakespeare's Macbeth.)
Friday, October 09, 2009
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This is a sore subject for me. My husband would rather have a dog than have us be married. So we are getting a Labrador someday. The damn dog is going to ruin my life. Why do I need a another dog when I already have two. The younger one isn't even house-trained yet.
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