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A Day in the Life of Mike, the Basset Hound

I hear the screen door.

BANG!

Both cars pull away.

The cuckoo clock strikes eight,

I roam the house

first to the trash cans.

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Oh, I forgot,

Monday is trash day.

On to the kitchen.
Half of a cold burnt English muffin sits by my dish.

Bad aim. It must have been the kid.
Thud!
Aw, the newspaper arrived late this morning.

I drag myself into the living room, .
but all the velvet seat cushions are propped up a~ a barncade.

I guess I'll settle for the new lazy boy in the family room.

I climb up and want to fall asleep.
But this chair feels hard and cold.
There goes that telephone again.
Don't they know everyone is at work?

I waddle upstairs to the master bedroom.
My legs are so short.
I wonder if I'll be able to reach the soft mattress.

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