I feel kind of odd, like a hog that's hungry for cod. I see God on a log disguised as a frog. He sticks out His tongue (it's pretty well hung; for a tongue that is), but before I can ask for the truth unmasked, my dog eats the frog. Bad dog!
So I'm walking my dog in the fog and my foot's getting stuck in the muck in a rut in the road. Soon I'm up to my pup. Will I drown in a rut? Then my mutt climbs out with a bark and I shout, "Good dog!"
And I'm walking my dog in the fog. I'm feeling kind of rubbery when we come upon a shrubbery which reminds me of someone, of things left undone. Soon I'm feeling like soap scum. I'd scream but I'm numb. I think missing some guts and I need a hair cut. We head back to my hut and I step back in the rut and I'm walking my dog in the fog, walking my dog in the fog.