in fact,
after a loooong car ride from connecticut all the way back up to new hampshire,
my little krampus was all sorts of fired up!
yea.
the milky boi, a.k.a. crabby, officially known as crabtree,
commonly regarded as crimbo, which in itself is an abbreviation of christmas,
and occasionally called crimby by cali the current youngest kid in our life,
was all naughty, and zero nice, whilst he roamed the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress
in eager anticipation of a jolly holiday.
uh-huh.
look at this dude:
he don't be carin' about nothin', man.
he was such a good boy in connecticut, though,
it almost made up for what a whiny doo-doo baby he was when we got home.
almost.
-
we walked all the old haunts of my hamden, ct, hometown,
and we trudged and tromped and tread through all the old spots.....
it's a beautiful neighborhood, if you walk up the hills.
no, for real.
i was so busy going downwards, i think i missed all the beauty i could've had
just by simply looking up.
there's a metaphor in there, i'm sure, for my youth and my perspective.
crab-man always looks down, but he's hella happy about it.
that way, he can find all the half-eaten awfulness on the roadside,
and get himself good and sh!tty, literally,
so we can all enjoy the aroma of a real grinchy limburger sauce for hours afterwards.
yeah.
he does his thing, and nobody is gonna get him to do otherwise-
we walked for hours, and it did us both some good,
although i was sick the whooooole time, and he was indifferent to my discomfort.
dogs're gonna dog, neighbors, that's their infinite nature,
and nature wins.
i know it, you know it, and there's no getting away from it.
me and my milkman are gonna walk the walk today, in these woodsly goodsly foothills,
and immerse ourselves in something that passes for family togetherness,
me and my terrible terrier, doing our thing, in the cold, like a team;
never quiet, never soft.....
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