Creek Running North

Calloo callay!

YOU’RE BACK!  YOU’RE BACK!

Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!

Huzzah.  And good cheer.

Welcome back.

Good poem, Zeke! Good dog.

(I’m glad you’re back, too, Chris.)

This is good.

i’m so glad you’re back.

Good dog!  Thanks for the swift return.

:)!!  Good to see you back, Chris.  And as to Zeke, if were possible to give a dog hug out over the internet, consider it done.  I’m of the opinion that any person making any sort of threat against a family member deserves nothing less than jail time, but as we’re all basically anoymous here on the internet, fuckstains can say what they want.  I’m glad you’re back and I wish you an your family, especially Zeke, glad tidings.

Jeebus, if only I could type.

‘Ray!
‘Ray!!
‘Ray!!!
Lift that leg, Zeke!

Happy dance, happy dance! 

Welcome back Zeke and Chris.

Good to see you’re back!

Hooray, take back your power! I missed your fine work and and will never take it for granted again, you’re the best. (((Hugs to Zeke and Becky)))

Would that we all had the wisdom of Zeke. Good to have you back.

Hear that?  It’s the signal-to-noise ratio of the Internet going up perceptibly.

Just one more lurker, glad to see you back.

Chris, it’s great to see that you’re back.  I was shocked and disappointed when I saw your note, and thought about how terrible I would feel if someone threatened my pets in any way.  But mostly I felt sad because you’re one of the best writers that I’ve had the privilege of “meeting,” either on the internets or in real life.

Woof! Woof woof woof, woof WOOF.  WOOF WOOF!!

Or, as we humans say, welcome back!  Glad to see you back, even glad-er-er to see that the idiots didn’t win.

Listen up.

Chris Clarke, if you continue to write your incisive leftist commentary mercifully leavened by humor, whether on this here blog or in those purportedly more effective and credentialed paper thingys, I forget what they’re called, this is what I will do.

I will come over to your house and scratch Zeke’s tummy. I will scratch it and scratch it and scratch it until his hind leg begins beating the air with rapture. I will run my fingers through his fur and give him doggy shiatsu the likes of which no dog has ever experienced. I will skritch behind his ears and scrootch beneath his chin. I will take him on long walks in areas where he can safely be let off the leash and throw 639 sticks and 723 slimy tennis balls for him to fetch. I will buy him grass-fed Brazilian beef and feed it to him in carefully measured portions without bones so that he doesn’t get fat or choke. Squirrels and rabbits will be released at regular intervals to scamper coyly across his path. Toilet bowls with chill and limpid defluoridated water will surround him, lids ever up. The reverberant thrum of the Good Dog chant will echo in his ears.

How would you feel then?

To think that I should ever see
Two lovely poems make by Zeke!
A Zeke whose doggerel is blest
With wolfish wit and canine zest;
A Zeke who sniffs what thugs may say,
And lifts his aged leg to spray;
A Zeke who’s copiously shared
His doggone sense of what is fair;
and on that thug desevered stain
For all time now will sure remain.
Poems are writ by fools like me,
But only Zeke can mark, thug, thee.

Zeke for president!!

It’s not incivility and intra-left spats that will undermine The Cause. It’s bunnies and defluoridated water. Typical French perfidy.

Did he use the Microsoft “Invictus” Wizard?

Glad to see you both back and well.

I didn’t realize you had gone until I read this today!  I am so glad you’re still around. 

Ear scritches to Mr. Zeke, captain of his bowl.

Pixie the Wonderdog and Evil Wiley are glad to see that Zeke’s back online.

And Wiley is VERY envious of Zeke’s poetic ability.

GOOD, GOOOOOOOD DOG!!  This lurker sends you lots of ear scratches and hearty big dog thumps.  I hope this is all behind us now, we need CRN!