Sometime during my early formative years, I was watching two dogs interact and I had the misfortune of asking my father why it was that they were smelling each other’s butts. To answer my query, my father repeated the following limerick.
Oh the dogs they had a party
They came from near and far
Some came by motorcoach
Some came by motorcar
On entering the meeting there
Each dog would take a look
Where he had to hang his asshole
High upon a hook
When they were all assembled
Each canine son and sire
Some bulldog son of a bitch
Jumped up and hollered “Fire!”
Things were in a panic
It was hell upon to look
Each doggie grabbed at random
An asshole from the hook
The assholes were all mixed up
Which made the doggies sore
To have to wear another dogs ass
He’d never worn before
That is why until this day
A dog will leave a bone
To go and smell another dogs ass
To see if it’s his own.
Although I’ve never known it well enough to repeat it, to this day I’ve never seen two dogs together without thinking about it. (I finally got him to transcribe it yesterday.) One day, I hope to pass this bit of wisdom on to my progeny, much to the chagrin of GF. Until then, I’ll just have to be content sharing it with you, my readers (all 3 of you).
(For the googlers: I did a quick search and didn't find this anywhere online. So if you're wondering about the origin, here's what I know. My father heard this as a child, but like me didn’t remember anything but the gist until he stumbled across it quoted in a Tolstoy book, and he does not remember which one.)
OT, changed my blog address
Posted by: Joshua at September 28, 2004 7:40 PMThat is some funny *ass chit.
Posted by: Joshua at September 29, 2004 9:15 PM