Ditch Shitter Just Wrote .....

Ditch Shitter Just Wrote .....

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Wednesday, February 24, 2016

Just Got My Nuts Out .....


  Lovely, sunny day here today, in Leitrim. Pesticle's been sitting outside the window. Catching some welcome first rays. Evil Little Dog's god knows where; Doing no harm. All's good. Dogs doing their things as I did mine.

Had a fucking rat, lately. Getting on my peanut basket, day and night. Pain in the arse. I don't pay for peanuts to feed fucking rats! Started taking them in, at night. Then, as I tried catch some birds in the day? I was looking out there to find this bastard all over my nuts again!

  Well, fuck that. I know where they live. I took them a little something. Few days ago. Went Kenyan on them.

  So, anyway; Here I am. Doors open. Dogs all wandering about, doing their things. I got a scuttle of fuel in and fed the stove enough to keep it ticking over. le Ding wandered in and sat watching me.

  Decided to empty the stoves ash tray. Explaining all this to Dingo Dog as he sat close by. " There we go, Ding Ding, mate. Dad keeps it going, look. It'll get cold enough again, once that sun goes down. "

  Ding took in my every word. Even as I started picking up odd bits of dusty cardboard off the floor around me where I knelt. I've learned to put opened out cardboard boxes on the floor in here. Amazingly warm under bare feet. The Dogs like to lay on it too.

  Just gathered up a handful of the stuff le Ding and Pesticle had shredded, in times of madness. Told Ding I'd just put these in the rubbish burning stove, in the kitchen. 

  Heaved myself up, off my knees. Absently telling le Ding what a good Dog he was. Just because he is. And I like to tell him. He likes to hear it.

  Turned round, a contented soul. And, yes; I rather loudly screamed an invocation of the name of the all mighty! Who wouldn't? One step toward the door and I'd have trod on what Dingo Dog had brought to show me:




  For fuck sake! 


  Yes, Ding Ding. You're a Very good Dog. Helping look after Dads nuts for him. Only, for fuck sake; Ye might have fucking said something?

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