Of course, since they have several faces, you might wonder what they do with the other ones. They keep them in storage. Their children will wear them. But sometimes it also happens that their dogs go out wearing them. And why not? A face is a face.<\/i><\/span><\/span><\/p>\nI once asked participants in a faces-themed writing workshop a question. Did my face resemble Sonny’s. I asked because virtually everyone in the class had either met Sonny or seen her face as a photograph accompanying my books, columns and posts about our madcap adventures down Oregon Coast beaches. She once had the most famous dog face in Oregon. She had more words written about her than any dog in the history of Oregon and here I am, still going strong. A brief silence ensued after the question. I got nervous. I couldn’t predict my reaction. I asked a question of an an audience that I didn’t know the answer. You’re not supposed to do that in legal matters or in literary venues. The answer must be known. Who wants to ask questions when the answers are already thought to be known? Most people. I found that out. Does anyone want to look like their dog? Is it a sly compliment or a veiled insult? Then Susan spoke: \u201cYes, your face did…it was the eyebrows.\u201d I felt overjoyed when I heard this. A \u201cdog face\u201d is an old military term to describe a US Army infantryman. I have no idea of its origin, but I guess I sort of like the ring to it.<\/p>\n
Dogs don’t stray from conversations with their phones. A stray dog can help a human astray find direction. The only video slot machine I will play is the husky game. I’ve never won. I used to play tennis with my dogs. We went through a lot of balls. Jim Harrison is the greatest American writer on the subject of dogs but he never wrote a dog book. His characters often cooked for their dogs. After reading this, I often barbecued steaks for my dogs and only the best cuts, too. Is there a great rock song about dogs? Harry Nilsson wrote \u201cMe and My Arrow\u201d and it’s a great song, but not really a rocker. The Rolling Stones wrote a song called \u201cBitch\u201d but it is not about a dog. There is rock band in Port Orford, Oregon called Antique Dog but their eponymous 1999 CD strangely does not contain a dog song. Blake Shelton’s \u201cI’ll Name the Dogs\u201d is the cheesiest, phoniest country music song in recent memory. Why does the woman get to name the babies and the man gets to name the dogs? Why not get drunk on sangria and throw up a telephone book and see where it opens? That’s more country than this song. I wrote a country western song called \u201cI Had to Put My Dog Down, Wish it Had Been My Ex Girlfriend.\u201d (A true story.) It’s a sure fire hit for Taylor Swift and she is welcome to record it. All share of my profits will go toward animal shelter dogs. I also wrote a story titled \u201cChristmas Jack\u201d where a neglected boy steals a neglected dog off a chain on Christmas Eve. It would make a great animated film.<\/p>\n
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