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Thumbs
I lounge on my grass;I relax and I grinuntil Hayley (my sister)says “time to go in.” When Hayley calls humanssoon one of them comes,and opens the doorwith those useful things — thumbs! Those thumbs are a clever idea;can’t be beatfor scratching our earsand feeding us treats. At breakfast and dinnerHuman thumbs grant our wishesby helping Continue reading
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September 8
Today is not the Day of the Workers in the Oil, Gas, Power, and Geological Industry — a national holiday in Turkmenistan. It’s celebrated on the second Saturday in September, so you’ve still got time to stock up for your party. Turkmenistan is a bit unique in having various “professional holidays” — there’s one for Continue reading
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Oblivious
Humans simply talk to much.That is my contention.I think that’s why it’s hard for themto offer close attention. I try to give them infothat I’ve sniffed or that I’ve heardBut they’re just on to something elseWhile spouting stupid words. If we lived in the wilderness(there’s something called a “bear”),They’d have to learn to listen up.I’d Continue reading
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Yum
I love breakfasts! I love lunchies!Pairing roasted chickenwith yummy toasted crunchies. There’s more that I could say, but now I gotta goTalking about deliciousnessHas given me the munchies. -Chocolate Continue reading
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September 7
In the 1950s and 60s in New York, if you wanted your fortune told, you might have made your way to Times Square and found Pandora. She worked there for years, telling people about their futures. But she might not have mentioned her own past. Her real name was Edith Hyde, and she was the Continue reading
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Eat, paint, sleep
If you’re an artist, you might hold a “palette” in one hand while wielding your brush with the other. Your paintings could be described as representing a “palette” of colors. Then if you stop painting (and clean yourself up) you might go out to eat, hoping that something on the menu pleases your “palate.” Afterwards, Continue reading
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Protection
My sister Hayley won’t abidesidewalk users — either side.From the window seat she likes,She shouts at scooters, walkers, bikes. I don’t care as much as her;But interlopers what gots fur(like squirrels and those rabbit blokes?)They get my goat; I chase those folks. We protect our placeso wellOur human friends can never tell How close they cometo Continue reading
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September 6
When Norm Woodland was a Boy Scout in the 1930s, he learned Morse Code — he liked that kind of thing much better than other scouting stuff like camping and knot tying. They might not have used the term in those days, but Norm was a nerd. After he celebrated his 18th birthday (on September Continue reading
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September 5
There have been some strange taxes throughout history, but in 1698, one of the oddest ones was imposed on September 5. It was the “beard tax.” The Tsar of Russia at the time was Peter I (Peter the Great), who wanted to reform Russia to make it more like the modern European powers. He started Continue reading
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That word again
My humans use a word sometimesthat bothers me. I’ll tell it:The word is “no.” They like it so;They sometimes even yell it! The word’s supposed to mean to stopOr stay away or quietThey’re never sure;They can’t decide.So usually I don’t buy it. It all goes back to their beliefthat they’re the boss of me.That isn’t soat Continue reading
About Me
I’m Pete Harbeson, a writer located near Boston, Massachusetts. In addition to writing my own content, I’ve learned to translate for my loquacious and opinionated pup Chocolate Bossypaws. I shouldn’t be surprised, but she mostly speaks in doggerel. You can find her contributions tagged with Chocolatiana.
Check out my other blog, Techlimitics, where I’m grappling with the nature of simplicity.
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