Pylimitics

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Chocolatiana

  • Poor dears

    I feel sorry for humans;they really can’t smellwith their nosesso far from the ground. And that means they neverknow what’s going onor which dogs and catscame around. I could tell them,I guesswhen the most recent squirrelwas trespassing right in my yard, But it’s such a big botherteaching them how to speak.Even listening, for themis quite… Continue reading

  • Frozen off

    This morning it was super coldwhen I went out on my patrol.The air was icy; made me coughHumans’ tails? They froze them off! -Chocolate Continue reading

  • Sleeping in

    Most mornings I happento be awake firstand I like a massagewhere I lie. A nose in the earalways wakes up my folks;they will grumblebut then they’ll comply. Some days (like today)I like to sleep lateand my humans could snooze in the clear, But they’re ruled by routine;automatic-al-ly,they are up with nonose in the ear! -Chocolate Continue reading

  • The best spot

    When I enter a room I do a quick scan.Not by eye or by nose or by ear.I use a sixth sense that humans don’t haveto detect what soft cushions are here. I check each, compare,I tweak and I fettleto see which is softest and best.Then I know that I’ve foundThe most comfy aroundAnd that… Continue reading

  • Leaves

    Humans put leavesIn big crunchy piles.They do it for me,And it gives me a smile. There’s always a somethingIn a pile to find.And the sniffs are a bonusOaked, mapled, and pined. When I see a leaf pileThen a run’s what I makeAnd a jump and a roll —Then the humans must rake. But I think… Continue reading

  • The dog network

    On my walks,the news I getcomes fromcanine internet. My pals and Ihave virtual talkswith a sniffymessage box. Humans thinkwe sniff and pee’cause that is allthey ever see I, though, knowexact locationsto learn a tonof information. That’s why I stopand go no further.It’s not a hydrant;It’s a server. -Chocolate Continue reading

  • A good listener. When I want.

    On my walks I meet my palsand usually we say “hi.”A sniff or two to seal the dealand then it’s just “goodbye.” But sometimes (not with everyone)We both just want to play.And so we do, and humans?We don’t care what they say. -Chocolate Continue reading

  • Proper Supervision

    My humans aren’t allowed to go walking unleashedand you know that it’s for their own good.If left on their own, they might wander awayand go farther than really they should. The poor dears don’t knowAll the dangers out thereThere are squirrels and rabbits and birdsAnd there might be much worseThan those things that I saidOr… Continue reading

  • My Favorite Routine

    After a walk of a mile or twoI come right back home and I know what to do.I always get treats and I check out my bedThen I’m set for a nap and I lay down my head. I sleep for a while, have excellent dreams(sometimes about a whole cup of whipped cream),And then I… Continue reading

  • Ready for bed

    There’s a pre-bedtime practice I’ve found:I circle around and around.A nice three-lap spinbefore I tuck in —Just the thing to be sure I’ve unwound. -Chocolate Continue reading

About Me

I’m Pete Harbeson, a writer (among other things) located near Boston, Massachusetts. In addition to writing my own content, I’ve learned to translate for my loquacious and opinionated pup Chocolate Bossypaws. No surprise, she mostly speaks in doggerel. You can find her contributions tagged with Chocolatiana.

Check out my newsletter, Artisanal Scribbles, where I’m grappling with writing, authentic human authorship, integrity, and the craft of beauty in the AI age. You can also find some of my old software projects at GitHub. Nothing very impressive. I mostly wrote tiny utilities in Python and shell scripts. I’m mostly retired from coding nowadays.

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