Newman’s Nuances

What does it all mean?

What am I doing here? Not just in the larger philosophical sense. What am I doing here in this spot when I could be rooting around in the garbage for rib bones?

All this reflecting on life…I get it from my owner. He doesn’t realize that if you reflect too much you eventually fall in love with your reflection.

Then you have to destroy the thing you love to really understand it. I don’t really understand that statement. It was scrawled on the wall of the kennel I was born in.

So many big problems in this world. Global warming. When will humans get their poop together? I have my poop together – in the backyard – in neat little piles.

It’s a big thing if it gets too warm and my poop doesn’t freeze anymore. Frozen poop is so much easier to eat. Have you tried feces for dinner during a heat wave? Not pretty.

I feel pulled in so many directions. I could continue sitting here, or chase down that squirrel over there and swallow it.

I should be waxing poetic. But what I really long for is to lick my groin in that special spot.

I guess I should look to the great philosophers for answers. Do you think Aristotle ever licked his groin?

God, I hope prime rib is on the menu again at the cottage.

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