Cold duck what the f***
Monday, April 26th, 2004I’m thinking Monday may just be Buddhapuss day. And now we bring you the furry guy.
The Omnificient Master Zen BP
Again, I thank you for your wise and just thoughts and comment. As for your (I am sure your impertinent human’s writings) comment regarding my friend and companion, for many years; “Kitty”, the escargot loving German Shepherd (synomynous with Alsatian)
“As for the snail eating German Shepherd that is a tough call. As you know Alsace-Lorraine is a region whose sovereignty has been disputed by both Germany and France since the reign of Bismarck. To you, I pose this question - how does the dog smell? That’s your first clue as to the kind of company it keeps as well as where it sleeps at night. Meditate on that and get back to me.”
‘Kitty’ smells no more. He succumbed quietly in his sleep beneath the bed, where he slept almost every night. He preferred White Zinfandel after dining on escargot. He did like Leibraumilch, for a while, but the dominant, cat of the house, ‘Puppy’ did finally consume larger and larger quantities of the wine and poor ‘Kitty’ was relegated to consuming lesser quality wines like Moet and Cold Duck, consequently leading to his unfortunate and untimely demise. I can say even twenty years later. I miss the crunch I still find myself toasting poor “Kitty’s” memory.
Your grateful friend, humble and obedient servant,
Rutreau
Dear Rutreau,
Your letter has caused me much concern. While you have shown signs of progress on your first steps to enlightenment, your tendency to serve cats and dogs alcohol might be seen by some as at the very least negligence and at the very worst, cruelty. Especially if you sentence them to imbibe trashy wines like Cold Duck.
Perhaps you are trying to skip ahead of your life path, thereby bypassing some of the process. A word of caution: do not approach the ways of Zen lightly. I shall meditate on your situation further and post more in the coming days. In the meantime please run spell check on your correspondence.
Yours in pats,
Buddhapuss