New york — I killed the canary It was falling mid-air Seemed such a shame To waste There is blood on my paws I loved him so Farewell my tasty friend.
New york — Traffic on the Williamsburg Bridge seems to be mostly clear still, the morning rush towards Manhattan shouldn’t happen for another hour or so. The weather ought be smooth sailing, with temperatures ra...
Boston — “You’ll start appreciating sleep when you get older”, says the St. Bernard, “but stay young while you can”. His wife —the deflated Miami miniature poodle with the kind of UV peril level that gets ca...
New york — The Doge lies in wait of the moment you stir, for there is the outside and the outside is great. The Doge differs from The Cate for The Cate thinks she is the master deserving of all good things; The ...
I killed the canary
Q104.3
The couple frets of being from the land of the -itis, and we are determined the bar of the -oy'ds will save the day
The doge finds weakness in your heart. The doge licks your fingers. Rational thought is dead, long live the doge.