Who Let the Dog Out?


Photo taken at the Natural History Museum, South Kensington, London, England

Anyone building an ark yet? Can’t say we’re having a drought, by golly. It’s been raining or cloudy for all of May, it seems. Well, maybe not the whole month so far, but close. At least that’s for the Philadelphia region; yet, I’ve read many sections of the U.S. are experiencing inclement weather as well.

Finally feeling back to me ole self again after a bout with bronchitis. Been lucky for the past several years, remaining healthy during the change of seasons, especially between winter-spring and fall-winter, during which the drastic differences in temperatures occur. However, this year knocked me for a loop, but I’ve already gone through my malaise in a post two weeks ago, so let’s move on to another topic.

Almost finished with the second edition of my first novel, Thirty Days Over the Big Pond: Part One. It’s been fun re-living my trip to England and Europe by adding illustrations to the original text; although, I’ve edited some stuff out and added new material.

All the miserable weather helped keep me focused, instead of gallivanting outside all day; however, my photography and bird-watching has suffered.  I’ll be getting back to that next week, when the weather is supposed to clear up.  I can’t remember the last time when we had so much rain.

The re-write has twenty-one chapters and, according to one e-book reader, over 600 pages; but a lot of that encompasses photos and illustrations. The first edition, just text, had 226, so that goes to show you the extent of the pictures.

Not completely satisfied with it yet. Finished the first draft and have been tweaking while adding more material during this second go-around. I should be done with it in the next few days, considering it’s suppose to be raining for that long.

Now, my neighbor’s rat-looking mongrel is barking once, every twenty seconds. It’s been going on for the past five minutes and started to drive me crazy; so much so that I’ve put on headphones and am now listening to Bruce Springsteen’s “Born to Run.”


Velociraptor: Another photo from the Natural History Museum, South Kensington, London, England

Aside from wanting to feed the canine to a velocirator, if any were still around, I looked up a local ordinance that covered such a nuisance.

The township has what is known as the “Dog Law,” which covers this dilemma, and I quote:

Continuous barking, howling or the making of other loud noises by such dog for more than any one hour or continuous barking for periods of less than one hour but more than one-half hour, which periods occur on two or more consecutive days, shall be deemed to disturb the peace and to cause annoyance and discomfort to persons in the township.

If I were like another neighbor I know—about whom I’ll not get into because then my blood pressure will rise, which is no good for my well-being—I’d be tempted to call the cops on them. Thank goodness the mutt has finally shut up. Just took off the headphones to check.

I’d be a bloody lunatic if the animal were to continuously bark straight for at least one-half hour, during two periods over the course of two days. The men in white would take me away in a straight jacket.

Sorry, had to complain about something to keep up my reputation and qualify this journal entry as a tirade, and to also meet my 500-word, self-imposed weekly quota.

Thanks for stopping by to read my rants, and for your continued support.

Never thought I’d ever post this one:




About Mike Slickster

As an early retiree with an honorary doctorate degree from the proverbial "School of Hard Knocks," this upcoming author with a lot of free time on his hands utilizes his expansive repertoire for humorous yet tragic, wildly creative writing that contains years of imaginative fantasy, pure nonsense, classic slapstick, extreme happiness and searing heartbreak; gathered by a wealth of personal experiences throughout his thrilling—sometimes mundane or unusually horrid—free-spirited, rock-'n'-roller-coaster ride around our beloved Planet Earth. Mike Slickster's illustrious quest continues, living now in Act Three of his present incarnation, quite a bit on the cutting edge of profundity and philosophical merriment as seen through his colorful characters, most notably evident in the amusing Thirty Days Across the Big Pond series, all of which can be found at Lulu.com.
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