A human called Bob got a job in a cafe which every man and his dog went to so he had to work like a dog. He was basically a dog's body but being very dogged, he stuck with it. One customer wearing a dog collar was going on about his dogma. Another army man with dog tags was being hounded by his wife, she was like a dog with a bone and he was in the dog house. A fighter pilot who thought he was the dog's bollocks was bragging about winning a dog fight and Bob thought, "every dog has his day." Bob looked at the customers wolfing down their hot dogs and thought, "it's a dog's life while I have to survive the dog eat dog world of the kitchen." The customers dog-eared the menus and they salivated like Pavlov's dogs after he took their orders . The cafe was situated on a dog leg and a man made a dog's breakfast of the turn and crashed. He looked as fit as a butcher's dog but he staggered in. He was dogged off about the crash so Bob thought he would let sleeping dogs lie and left him to be a lone wolf. By then, Bob was dog tired and his last customer asked for a doggie bag. Bob told his manager he had to see a man about a dog and left. Even though it was raining cats and dogs, he was as happy as a dog with two tails.
I am a curious and happy hound. I enjoy my life in Brisbane, Australia immensely. I watch, learn and comment on the world of dogs, humans and other animals. Exurberant, joyful, elegant, polite and good-looking are words many people use to desribe me, though I am too humble to use them myself.