That damn baby effer likes to throw shhh...stuff at me. It really kind of gets under my fur that he thinks he can come into this house and take charge. I have news for you baby effer, this is Howard's kingdom. That being said, I have been growing more fond of him. Julie caught me napping in front of his crib while he chirped and played, so my tuff dog cover has been exposed. I watch over him while he plays, just to make sure he doesn't hurt himself. King Howard has a job to do, you know, and I would not be a good king, or dog, if one of my humans hurt themselves. I am not a complete bastard.
Orange Effer has been out and about. He is a man about the town, and he is getting on my last damn nerve. I see him, I hear him lurking, and I smell his Orange Effer stench. To this day I still have not bared my teeth at him. Oh...I will. You know I will. It is just a matter of time until I scare all of the orange off of him. Then it will be a code orange by golly, because Orange Effer will need CPR and a shot of epinephrine to restart his cold orange heart.
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HRM (his royal majesty) King Howard...must be the philosopher king, Plato's ideal ruler...and watch over his subjects..."[A] true pilot must of necessity pay attention to the seasons, the heavens, the stars, the winds, and everything proper to the craft if he is really to rule a ship" (The Republic, 6.488d). Plato
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