Patrick A. McGuire, Bloggonian
For years I told jokes on street corners for tips, dreaming of one day owning a granite counter top. No luck, so I entered a monastery. I now do stand-up at daily prayer services. The monks' vow of silence means they can't laugh. I can't even laugh, although sometimes I sob quietly in the can. This blog is a cry for help. Send money or granite. I accept Pay Pal.
Tag Archives: Katherine
Nuggets I picked up from my dog, No. 9
Being bits of wisdom gleaned from daily walks with my dog, Coffee. He left for stars unknown in 2010. Windows of Donegal The beast plopped himself down on a shady patch of grass one day last week and let out … Continue reading
Nuggets I picked up from my dog, No. 8
Being bits of wisdom gleaned from daily walks with my dog, Coffee. He left for stars unknown in 2010. Unwritten Rules Occasionally while Katherine and I are in the living room watching TV, one of us will say “Look, there’s … Continue reading
Nuggets I picked up from my dog, No. 6
Hmmm Katherine asks “Why is it funny to see a dog in the front seat, looking out the window?” We are in the car. No dog with us. I am driving and at the moment, Katherine is the one sitting … Continue reading
Nuggets I picked up from my dog, No. 5
A Glowing Vat of Cheese Freed from his leash, Coffee J. Dogg seems a different animal. With the world now his fire hydrant he bops along with bushy tail motoring back and forth like a Grandfather clock on … Continue reading
Posted in Dogs I Have Known, The human comedy
Tagged bluegrass, humor, Katherine, Nuggets
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F.A.Q. The Dishwasher
Q. Are the dishes in the dishwasher clean or dirty? A. Dirty. I think. Q. Didn’t you run them last night? A. Me? Um I…don’t think so. Q. They look clean. A. Then they’re clean. Probably. Maybe. Q. Ooh, gross. … Continue reading
Nuggets I Picked up from my dog, No. 3
The Bus Stop Dog Before Coffee J. Dogg moved in, Katherine and I worried a bit about the friendliness of the neighborhood. There’s really nothing not to like about our little street, but after three years we didn’t really know … Continue reading
Nuggets I picked up from my dog, No. 1
Where our souls meet The hound who walks me twice daily is a used dog. In fact, each of the previous dogs of my acquaintance over three-score years started out with someone else but by serendipity and a nose for … Continue reading
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