Champagne Tarlant
He spent most of last night barking
and pacing, but he says he has
no memory of it. At least
he’s up for the job, guarding us
from the fierce winds and wild beasts out
there, raccoons and worse. It’s bogles
that cause the most grief in dogs, he
explains - I’m not complaining, it's
a fact. Most people think that their
houses are inhabited by
the spirits of those who lived there
previously, but that’s not so.
People are pursued by their own
bogles – live long enough and you’ll
have acquired a pack of them -
and they trudge these bogles around
wherever they go. We tell him
we'll drink to that — a glass or two
gets the bogles under control.
Holly Golightly and her mean
reds? We’ll have none of that. There’ll be
no hiding under the covers
or one-nighters for us. As for
bogles, some of them, like Jacob
Marley's chains, are great big rattling
metaphors for regret. We think
regret is unwise. It's the worst
bogle you can drag with you. But
we won't say no to another
glass of the finest. We'll watch his
kind puppy eyes flicker and close
for the night while we carefully
peel the label off the bottle.
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