The View From On High
I have to say there are a lot of advantages to being in Doggie Heaven, and I would be remiss if I didn’t share them once in a while.
Getting rid of all the little annoyances connected with being alive and being a dog, for one thing.
Like I was reminded on Tuesday night when I was looking in on Fullerton’s City Council meeting to see if much had changed since my last visitation.
There was a lot of silly bloviation going on, the sort of things bipeds (humans and parrots and so forth) like to do. But then I was suddenly horror struck! Who was that sitting five or six rows back along the left aisle?
Arf! None other than my former mistress, Jan Flory, looking grumpier and more outraged than ever!
Yes, I admit, I recoiled in terror – a justifiable reflexive action, really, given all the times she would crack my skull with her broom and force me to take a doggie dump on Mr. Bushala’s property – and then crack my skull again if I didn’t. A chill ran down my ghostly spine as I recalled the bad old days when a pint of Jim Beam would mean a sound thrashing for me.
My anxiety got even worse when my former mistress got up to speak. I know I should have averted my gaze to something less horrific, but it was sort of like one of you humans watching a train wreck – it’s hard to look away. I have no idea what she was babbling about, but she was going off on a guy named Whitaker, most likely the same man she raved about at home thirty years ago – just before the ol’ broom would come out of the closet. Whack! Right across the orbital. I could tell the utility mop was still securely in place after all these years.
Well, that’s my report from up here. I did notice that Fullerton has changed very little which is sort of reassuring in a way, even though I am just a dog, and a dead one at that.
JFD, good to hear from you again. I hope things are going well and the milk bones are flowing freely and there’s a fire hydrant on every corner.
JFD, see you on the playground!
JFD you are the best. May you haunt your wretched hag of a mistress every night in her dreams.
I think it’s the other way around.
Long live JFD and 4F!
When you think about the damage that creature did to Fullerton over the years, and her low regard for anything not created by government employees, and her fundamental hatred for her constituents you’d think she’d be hiding out her remaining years in shame.
But no. She has the balls to stand up in public and lecture people about how to do things.
The stick is still firmly jammed up her ass. When she opens her yap you can see it. That’s what you really meant, isn’t it?
Is it true that JF would sip brandy while she was on the dais?
No. Bourbon, not brandy.
For the love of Jebus please don’t show that picture of your mistress anymore.
I noticed Flory brought her buddy Gretchen Cox, an old pal of the utterly crooked Jennifer Fitzgerald. The boohoos are using her as an example of how the We Love Ahmad Parade crosses party boundaries, Cox being a former head of Fullerton Republican Women.
I wonder what Cox and Flory chat about in their friendly moments.