October 24, 2006

A message from Zeke to his admirers

Under the fur that covers me,
Walking a piss from pole to pole,
I sniff whatever good may be
From any random-passed asshole.

When I brush Chris’ cactus plants
I sometimes wince or cry aloud,
But for an online thug? Fat chance.
My leg is lifted, and bow-wowed.

Here in this place of dried pigs’ ears
I have attended and obeyed,
And those who menace with vague fears,
If you ask me, can go get spayed.

It matters not how vile their hate,
How lame-anonymous their troll,
I am the master of my plate:
I am the captain of my bowl.

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I like this Zeke feller.

Oh to be able to read Creek Running North, and a Zeke post, again.  Thank you for all your efforts and willingness to not just survive and endure.

Excellent!

(Glad to see you back online.)

***hugs***

I’ve missed you so!

And as far as Zeke is concerned:  GOOD DOG!  GOOD DOG!!

I hope you’re able to stick around a good long while, Chris.

(Were your ears burning Sunday evening?  Zuzu and Lesley and I were all talking about you...)

Welcome back, both of you.

Oh, sure, Zeke can parody William Henley’s “Invictus.” That’s an easy one.  But we’re still waiting for him to do that T. S. Eliot followup he promised.

Welcome back!  The Internets just got better again.

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!  Many, many ear scratches for Zeke.  (And you, too, Chris, if you’re good.)

YES.  The Creek rises again!

Bright blessings and many pain-free days, Zeke.

I’m thrilled to see you back, and I’m even more thrilled Zeke wasn’t willing to bow out (or bow-wow) quietly.  And he of the suspiciously accented name is correct: the intertubes is a better place with you in it.

Are you really, truly back? I’m so glad! I had only just begun to lurk here, and was in the process of reading through all of the archives (and forcing my sister to do the same) when I came across that terrible, horrible message.

So very glad you’ve returned to the internets!

(rubs Zeke’s ears)

There’s a good dog.

You go, Zeke.

(o)

(Scratches Zeke’s ears) Who’s a good boy?!  Who’s a good boy?!  Yes, that’s right, YOU’RE a good boy!

You, too, Chris. :)

Hip hip hooray!

Good poetry, Zeke!

Glad you’re back.

Oh, I’m so glad to see that you and Zeke are back.  It makes my brain hurt to think that someone would threaten Zeke - I’m glad to see that neither you nor he is going to take it.

Your writing is always good, and sometimes so profoundly moving that it makes my heart ache.

Glad you guys are back “up"(!) There’s no keeping a good dog down.

Good to see you back!

Go get ‘em, Zeke!!

Zeke, my pup has voluntarily given up the balance of the open box of Milk-Bones to you; please advise your preferred delivery method.

Glad you’re both back.

Glad you’re back - I was not resigned to your absence.  Zeke lifting his leg is the perfect response to whatever nimrod thought threatening a dog (or a person!) passed for discourse.

Bestest dog, ever. Welcome back! (and Chris too, of course).

I am glad to hear that you are back and that Zeke is still reveling in his poochiness.

Yay Zeke!

Yay indeed.

Welcome back, guys…

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