Hark, hark!
Bow-wow.
The watch-dogs bark.
Bow-wow.
Hark, hark! I hear
The strain of strutting chanticleer
Cry, Cock-a-diddle-dow.
(credit that Shakespeare guy)

– nancy at 12:07 am, 14 Nov 06

Lo, what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the sun, and Oliver is the east!

(Ditto on Shakes)

– Dannyn at 12:43 am, 14 Nov 06

After my amazingly successful adaptation of MOnet’s style – well I thought I would just do it again – can you have too much of a good thing? That’s for you humans to ponder !

– pennyj at 1:17 am, 14 Nov 06

Bacon? Do I smell bacon about three miles from here?

– martina at 1:34 am, 14 Nov 06

Oh my God. Its Bill Wegmen coming for a visit. Dean, get the good stuff out.

– Medicine Cabinet at 2:33 am, 14 Nov 06

General Oliver, looking the battle field…

William Wegman is great too!

– Eduardo Bravo Losada at 4:50 am, 14 Nov 06

But Dean, you’re the best!

– Eduardo Bravo Losada at 4:51 am, 14 Nov 06

. . . especially with fogs, jogs, and naked dogs!

– bonita at 6:31 am, 14 Nov 06

“Naked? Moi? Au contraire,I’m impeccably dressed!”

– Sarah at 1:33 pm, 14 Nov 06

This is my best side.

– Bozoette at 2:05 pm, 14 Nov 06

Oliver Wagman.

– doggrrrl at 3:54 pm, 14 Nov 06

I’m such a good boy.

– Jill s. at 8:53 pm, 14 Nov 06

Tan-HUT!
Close that mouth, boy.

– Marly at 9:07 pm, 14 Nov 06

When Morning Becomes Barkus Electra.

– Greg at 9:18 pm, 14 Nov 06

Portrait of the artist.

– Kymba at 10:17 pm, 14 Nov 06