(some light, Friday philosophy)
Lousy Liar
A dog makes a lousy liar.
Who needs those electric leads,
the box with the scribbly wand,
the professorial inquisitor
or the generic sterile gray toned room
to ferret out the inveterate liar.
Just look at the dog’s tail.
Up, down, and of course wagging;
the tail tells you everything.
Who needs all those questions
the sweaty palms, the heart racing-
if only we had tails. Think about it.
The world would be a lot better off.
No more lying, sneaking around,
and then trying to remember the lies
etc., etc., etc.
And besides wouldn’t a tail wag
be so much better than a handshake?
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The worst form of Liars are those that dig the grave of their colleagues and when asked or justly pinpointed by their victims, they start pretending "Did I do anything? He is crazy!" "He is a very bad person" "He is a bad creek. I am the good one!" "I am so hurt!" Then they gather their companions, (of equal psycho synthesis) and they start "Did he do that? No!" " You should expect everything from creeks!" And their companions in an emetic chorus line add, emphasize, insinuate, never respecting the pants they wear, never IMAGINE how it feels to BE a man. False informers, reporters of everything worthwhile, no-account malevolent idiots, never served in the army, never assisted to anyone, back-stabbers of innocent colleagues, blasphemers of Nations and women. THEY are the liars. Responsibility as well as impartiality are necessary to any transaction. Animals have both. Liars have neither. Thank you, friend.
Mornin Neon, this was kinda fun, or else I din't really get it?
My family has a deep philosophy that honesty is a law, not a subjective choice, and I always used to use the excuse "The Dog ate it" till my dad said, D we don't have a dog" Oh, Ok so it coulda been somebody elses, yikes. I never got away with fibbin.
I like this too cuz I like you and dogs, um not in the same way, "ya don't drool do ya?"
Yer way right though, a waggin tale tells the tale, be it with our species, or if two dogs are hopin to mate.
I'm sorry------------I just can't see the pictures of advertising the jeans to fit that tail on a man, without cracking up!
Animals don't/can't lie----------a bee sting is as honest as it gets!
Now, Good Morning!
Well...I ain't no Pinocchio...
I might get away with a little white lie...but that's about it.
BTW...my dog, not only does he have an uncontrollable tail,
but he also smiles, honest to God he does, I ain't fibbing...
Body language tells the tale.
yee gads, a full crop of TD's
early bird week-end.
we used to have a tail and then we learned to lie...and then it grew shorter and shorter. The tail tells a tale yet now that tale has become tall instead of long.
Just think she can not hide her feels, you know were you stand in the world but that better be all we take from the dogs!
Dear Neon, now, the question begs
how oft will that tail be between our legs?
I'm probably a terrible liar although this is a very good piece of writing! Good Luck! -__-
But, I DO wag my tail when I'm happy!!!
Nonny, we have 'tells'
just use your intuition and stop buying into marketing and talk about yourself to more people and if we all do this, we will learn one another and be able to see deceit.