11-11-2019

God, if the experiment was to find out what happens when life is aware of itself and sees itself as being separate and alone, the results are in. You can stop now because I’m going not let that get to me and bask in the glory of the bipeds lap.
 
-Mozzie

11-4-2019

Bipeds go through life trying to please some audience. But once you realize there’s no audience, life is simple. It’s just doing what you know in your gut is right. But right now I need my belly rubbed.

-Mozzie

10-28-2019

I have now accumulated a body of work that can safely be called “pointlessly unique.” In the history of literary efforts, there has never been a literary effort quite like the ones I do here. I mean dogs can’t write, correct? Someone get me my treats already!

-Mozzie

10-21-2019

The biped made it sound like an awesome new adventure to try out the never before used third-row seat in her car. It was all fun and games until she laughed while saying I was going to be her little test dummy. Rude.
 
-Mozzie

10-14-2019

A lot of us want to live on top of the mountain (or in this case a rock mound), but all the happiness and growth occurs while you’re climbing it. That includes relentless mosquitos swarming you every step of the way.
 
-Mozzie

9-30-2019

I’ve learned that bipeds will generally accept facts as truth only if the facts agree with what they already believe. I’ve also learned that it’s baffling that the idea of living a long life appeals to everyone, but the idea of getting old doesn’t appeal to anyone. Thoughts to ponder? Have an awesome Monday!
 
-Mozzie

9-9-2019

On what is perhaps the most bewildering experience of my life, I have, for the most part, chosen to remain silent. There have been times when it felt like I was actually swallowing my thoughts. But this comes at a price. Suppressed cogitation tends to gestate. It grows into something else. Bitterness is one of the outcomes I’ve tried to avoid. That has tumor written all over it. Alternatively, these thoughts could morph into something beautiful; Superman’s diamond wrought from a lump of coal comes to mind. But one thing’s for sure, whatever the hell is growing inside me has to eventually be pushed out. Once it arrives, I’ll leave it to others to decide if its metaphorical journey into daylight was through my metaphorical vaginal canal or my metaphorical ass.
 
-Mozzie 

8-26-2019

I stand here waiting to be let in but there is a voice from above that keeps telling me to hush. It’s national dog day and I want my bacon!!

-Mozzie