You don’t really notice it but dog’s noses come in a variety of colors. Well, shades of colors. With Matilda wanting to lick you in thanks every five minutes, you tend to get a close up view. Matilda’s nasal planum is jet black. We had a golden retriever named, Kodiak, after the bear since he was huge, too. Kodiak had a fleshy pink nose that would change to a brown color at certain times of the year (referred to by some vets as “snow nose.” Darker in summer, lighter in winter, cause unknown). Our cocker spaniel had a similar brown tinted nose. This fellow here could apply to be Rudolph’s stand-in.
Archive for July, 2010
“As cunning as a fox who’s just been appointed Professor of Cunning at Oxford University?” In the very last episode of “Blackadder,” Baldrick, Capt. Blackadder’s dogsbody, offers one of his oft mentioned “cunning plans” to save them from having to “go over the top” to almost certain death. Blackadder responds, “Well, I’m afraid it’s too late. Whatever it was, I’m sure it was better than my plan to get out of here by pretending to be mad. I mean, who would have noticed another madman round here?”
My grandfather was a “sapper” in the Royal Engineers (long before Ireland gained it’s independence from England and, for some, the only way to get work). He fought in both the Boer War (1899) and then again in WWI and survived both. So he must have known just what that cunning plan was all about.
My friend and fellow cartoonist, Mark Szorady, has announced his new cartoon-related blog at georgetoon.com. There’ll be postings of Mark’s strip, “George,” and other bits of useful information with a humorous twist.
Well, it’s finally happening. The Jetsons are almost a reality show. I still remember the telephone exhibition at the 1964 World’s Fair. You could stand in one booth and see the person you were talking to on a screen. Of course, you could also see them if you looked across to the other booth. It’s taken a long time but you can now do it on mobile devices such as the latest iPhone. Now, if only the flying car were here. Then again, perhaps not, people have enough trouble when they can’t see the lines in the road during a storm. It wouldn’t be hard to image the devastation of people trying to fly to work.
Our house is on a tiny plot, it filled a need at the time we bought it. The main problem with the minuscule yard is that we tend to be downwind. Our neighbor’s barbecue fills the house with the aroma of lighter fluid every evening from March to December. At about 6 p.m., we run around closing all the windows on that side of the house. Just like the Banks’ in Disney’s Mary Poppins when the cannon is fired. I wouldn’t mind so much if they’d invite us over.