My wife, on her "sister sold 'er" cruise, has me dog-sitting. The new one has separation anxiety so acute he starts to squeak when my right hip isn't attached to some part (I don't wanna know) of him. Worse, the green-eyed monster hath incited our dog Obi to Plessy v Ferguson my other side, effectively Gulliverin' me come bedtime. And off the coast of Obi there's a satellite Puss and by the shore of Chance another. Four furry animals and one unfurred one on a bed creates a body heat that has me singing with Bruce "aaahhhm on fire" followed closely by Simon's "Fifty Ways to Leave Your Animals":
Sneak out the back Jack-all lyrics used without permission
makin' new plans Stan
no need to be coy Roy
just listen to me...
hop on the bus, Gus
don't need to discuss much
just drop off the key, Lee
and get yourself free.
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