. . . and on that note, I’m off to have a glass of wine, surrounded by seven dogs. BTW, to a dog, EVERY hour is HAPPY hour!
“Far-fetched” is quite a good joke, considering the hound in question is holding a frisbee he no doubt claims to have retrieved from a spectacular distance. In the second cartoon, I can’t make out what the yellow dog is up to. Howling at the Moon, maybe… but what’s that orange thing on what I take to be his snout?
His nose. And people have always associated wolves howling at the moon with sadness. Anthropomorphication at its best.
Shouldn’t the dog in Bizarro be shaggy ?
“people have always associated wolves howling at the moon with sadness”
I guess I’m not people. I’m more in agreement with whoever said, “Singing is a
community activity. Ask any wolf.”
But, Andréa, thanks for your comment. I almost sent that one in as a CIDU because, how did his joyous howling conflict with happy hour?
Shaggy dog story indeed. :-)
Like Narmitaj, I had trouble figuring out what the “yellow figure” was supposed to be at first, but once I realized that it was Grimm, it all became clear: that’s exactly how his nose is supposed to look.
Ah, I see. His nose looks somewhat different from all the other canine snout examples on show in the same picture. Perhaps as a bit of a sad lush he suffers from broken capillaries. That big red nose that is the ‘sign of a drinker’ is no myth, according to that link.
I have a Grimm as a Holiday Ornament for the dogs’ tree.
That’s cute, Andréa.
Our interest in Christmas ornaments is vicarious –whenever we travel, we pick buy one for our friends who keep an eye on our house — but it has given me an appreciation for clever ones.
(Which reminds me… gotta find one here in Dallas)
We have about 20 trees, altho I no longer put many of ’em up. Wish I had the energy and enthusiasm of my youth.
Honestly, I’m lucky all I have to deal with is a menorah: I’d start setting up my tree on December 24, and wouldn’t get around to taking it down until early May.
So there’s no doubt left: Andréa clearly is a dog
… on the internet
… but now we know
… and yet we’re not supposed to..?
Bad dog, Andréa, bad dog!
As long as it doesn’t turn into a Three Wolf Moon.
“So there’s no doubt left:…”
That’s just what the crypto-anarchists want you to believe. You see, it’s actually a false-flag attack using a dog crisis actor, and THERE IS NO ANDREA, and NEVER HAS BEEN.
Sorry if this comes as a surprise to you.
THAT’s what artificial trees are for!
Unlike some people (whose name I won’t mention, but she’s written a book), calling me a ‘dog’ would be a compliment. When I’m called a ‘b*tch’, it’s even more of a compliment as I prefer female dogs. Just don’t call me c*tty.
Bill – having a husband who is Catholic allows me to “help him” with his Christmas decorating. We don’t really buy gifts, we don’t eat all that fancy, so all we have is the decorating – so we DECORATE. A friend once hearing about our decorating asked “how does a nice Jewish girl decide to do so much decorating.” I thought about it. My husband, this friend, and everyone else who grew up with Christmas has traditions as to what to do. My traditions for Christmas are based on every Christmas movie ever made.
Our tree has assorted decorations – none were more than $3 each. We buy ornaments as souvenirs and since the price of same has gone up we have a loose definition of ornaments – a key ring makes a great ornament and even with the same design as the ornaments being sold at place can be much cheaper, so can decorative patches and pins.
Our tree began to be overrun with teddy bear ornaments. We happen to buy a new tree – the top of the old one became a small teddy bear tree in the upstairs hall (which has developed into an entire teddy bear winter festival around the tree) with some teddy ornaments left on the main tree. When we had the bed bugs we put up a small tree that year with ornaments kept in the house (as opposed to the garage which we wanted to let the summer heat reheat to kill anything there) and after that year became a tree in our studio with hand made ornaments (in addition some handmade ones still on the main tree). Two years ago I noticed that the brass ornaments that we get with our Colonial Williamsburg membership (after 26 years) was also starting to take over the tree – we now have a very nice tree from Ikea for most of same in our “Colonial tavern” decorated dining room. There is also a small beaded tree that I made. One year I put up a small tree in our office decorated completely with office supplies (one day I will have to take apart the paperclip chain that I made for it to use the paperclips.)
Plus fake swags, embroidered items, plates, mugs, brass chandelier and stair rail covered in “greens” and red ribbons, stuffed Christmas and Chanukah bears on the sofa….
So that’s what happens when a Jewish woman decorates for Christmas.
How did we get to Christmas ornaments?
No matter. It gives me the opportunity to tell you that I gave my brother a Weeping Angel for the top of the tree. He’s a Dr. Who fan.
My fault – blame (or credit) me . . . dog stories lead to dogs’ Howliday tree . . . logical progression, no?
@ MiB – Now that I’ve read more than I really wanted to know about “Weeping Angels“, I’m still not sure how anyone would be able to distinguish your gift from a normal Christmas ornament. Perhaps you should try putting a Dalek on top of the tree?
Kilby, it’s obvious, if you blink.
From WAYNO’s Blog, 8/18: The day this comic was published, I regretted not drawing the character holding the Frisbee as a shaggy dog.
“That dog’s not so shaggy.”
There is a Christmas ornament store in Kitchen Kettle Village in Intercourse, PA (yes, that is the real name of the town – story is that there was a race track and the sign said “enter course”.) They have a really, really good TARDIS – but much beyond the budget.
That should be TARDIS ornament – not a full size one.
It comes from “intercourse” as in “people coming together,” perfectly innocent. Which of course doesn’t keep them from merchandising the name for all it’s worth.
I remember when I was 12, my aunt got angry at me for buying my younger cousin an “Intercourse” banner.
@ CIDU Bill – Similar to that town in Pennsylvania, there’s a village in Austria that has the same linguistic “problem”, albeit at a much cruder level. Due to repeated thefts of the roadsigns bearing the town’s name, they have been removed from the usual steel poles and cemented in place.
In WI, we lived near Richard Bong State Recreation Area, named for Richard Ira Bong who was a United States Army Air Forces major and Medal of Honor recipient in World War II. Of course, the signs only stated “BONG RECREATION AREA” and were/are continually stolen.
Minnesota has a couple of strangely-named towns which gave rise to the presumably apocryphal newspaper story headline “Fertile Woman Dies in Climax.”
The first Mrs. Shrug taugh school in Climax, MN, for two years before we wed, and she heard ALL the jokes.
“The first Mrs. Shrug taugh school in Climax, MN, for two years before we wed, and she heard ALL the jokes.”
You can’t set it up like that and not end it with the best one. You just can’t. It’s (wait for it) anticlimactic.
You would think that after the first couple of thefts, they’d change the sign’s text.
Far as I know, they just stopped putting up signs.
When Virginia had the slogan “Virginia is for lovers” Pennsylvania (I doubt this was official) had a slogan “Virginia may be for lovers, but Pennsylvania has Intercourse.”
There’s also “Virginia is for Lovers“, but “Maryland is for Crabs!“
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. . . and on that note, I’m off to have a glass of wine, surrounded by seven dogs. BTW, to a dog, EVERY hour is HAPPY hour!
“Far-fetched” is quite a good joke, considering the hound in question is holding a frisbee he no doubt claims to have retrieved from a spectacular distance. In the second cartoon, I can’t make out what the yellow dog is up to. Howling at the Moon, maybe… but what’s that orange thing on what I take to be his snout?
His nose. And people have always associated wolves howling at the moon with sadness. Anthropomorphication at its best.
Shouldn’t the dog in Bizarro be shaggy ?
“people have always associated wolves howling at the moon with sadness”
I guess I’m not people. I’m more in agreement with whoever said, “Singing is a
community activity. Ask any wolf.”
But, Andréa, thanks for your comment. I almost sent that one in as a CIDU because, how did his joyous howling conflict with happy hour?
Shaggy dog story indeed. :-)
Like Narmitaj, I had trouble figuring out what the “yellow figure” was supposed to be at first, but once I realized that it was Grimm, it all became clear: that’s exactly how his nose is supposed to look.
Ah, I see. His nose looks somewhat different from all the other canine snout examples on show in the same picture. Perhaps as a bit of a sad lush he suffers from broken capillaries. That big red nose that is the ‘sign of a drinker’ is no myth, according to that link.
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I have a Grimm as a Holiday Ornament for the dogs’ tree.
That’s cute, Andréa.
Our interest in Christmas ornaments is vicarious –whenever we travel, we pick buy one for our friends who keep an eye on our house — but it has given me an appreciation for clever ones.
(Which reminds me… gotta find one here in Dallas)
We have about 20 trees, altho I no longer put many of ’em up. Wish I had the energy and enthusiasm of my youth.
Grimmie ornament – http://www.alldogssite.com/dogstree10019.jpg
Dogs tree in 2010 – http://alldogssite.com/howlidaycards101a.html
Honestly, I’m lucky all I have to deal with is a menorah: I’d start setting up my tree on December 24, and wouldn’t get around to taking it down until early May.
So there’s no doubt left: Andréa clearly is a dog
… on the internet
… but now we know
… and yet we’re not supposed to..?
Bad dog, Andréa, bad dog!
As long as it doesn’t turn into a Three Wolf Moon.
“So there’s no doubt left:…”
That’s just what the crypto-anarchists want you to believe. You see, it’s actually a false-flag attack using a dog crisis actor, and THERE IS NO ANDREA, and NEVER HAS BEEN.
Sorry if this comes as a surprise to you.
THAT’s what artificial trees are for!
Unlike some people (whose name I won’t mention, but she’s written a book), calling me a ‘dog’ would be a compliment. When I’m called a ‘b*tch’, it’s even more of a compliment as I prefer female dogs. Just don’t call me c*tty.
Bill – having a husband who is Catholic allows me to “help him” with his Christmas decorating. We don’t really buy gifts, we don’t eat all that fancy, so all we have is the decorating – so we DECORATE. A friend once hearing about our decorating asked “how does a nice Jewish girl decide to do so much decorating.” I thought about it. My husband, this friend, and everyone else who grew up with Christmas has traditions as to what to do. My traditions for Christmas are based on every Christmas movie ever made.
Our tree has assorted decorations – none were more than $3 each. We buy ornaments as souvenirs and since the price of same has gone up we have a loose definition of ornaments – a key ring makes a great ornament and even with the same design as the ornaments being sold at place can be much cheaper, so can decorative patches and pins.
Our tree began to be overrun with teddy bear ornaments. We happen to buy a new tree – the top of the old one became a small teddy bear tree in the upstairs hall (which has developed into an entire teddy bear winter festival around the tree) with some teddy ornaments left on the main tree. When we had the bed bugs we put up a small tree that year with ornaments kept in the house (as opposed to the garage which we wanted to let the summer heat reheat to kill anything there) and after that year became a tree in our studio with hand made ornaments (in addition some handmade ones still on the main tree). Two years ago I noticed that the brass ornaments that we get with our Colonial Williamsburg membership (after 26 years) was also starting to take over the tree – we now have a very nice tree from Ikea for most of same in our “Colonial tavern” decorated dining room. There is also a small beaded tree that I made. One year I put up a small tree in our office decorated completely with office supplies (one day I will have to take apart the paperclip chain that I made for it to use the paperclips.)
Plus fake swags, embroidered items, plates, mugs, brass chandelier and stair rail covered in “greens” and red ribbons, stuffed Christmas and Chanukah bears on the sofa….
So that’s what happens when a Jewish woman decorates for Christmas.
How did we get to Christmas ornaments?
No matter. It gives me the opportunity to tell you that I gave my brother a Weeping Angel for the top of the tree. He’s a Dr. Who fan.
My fault – blame (or credit) me . . . dog stories lead to dogs’ Howliday tree . . . logical progression, no?
@ MiB – Now that I’ve read more than I really wanted to know about “Weeping Angels“, I’m still not sure how anyone would be able to distinguish your gift from a normal Christmas ornament. Perhaps you should try putting a Dalek on top of the tree?
Kilby, it’s obvious, if you blink.
From WAYNO’s Blog, 8/18: The day this comic was published, I regretted not drawing the character holding the Frisbee as a shaggy dog.
“That dog’s not so shaggy.”
There is a Christmas ornament store in Kitchen Kettle Village in Intercourse, PA (yes, that is the real name of the town – story is that there was a race track and the sign said “enter course”.) They have a really, really good TARDIS – but much beyond the budget.
That should be TARDIS ornament – not a full size one.
It comes from “intercourse” as in “people coming together,” perfectly innocent. Which of course doesn’t keep them from merchandising the name for all it’s worth.
I remember when I was 12, my aunt got angry at me for buying my younger cousin an “Intercourse” banner.
@ CIDU Bill – Similar to that town in Pennsylvania, there’s a village in Austria that has the same linguistic “problem”, albeit at a much cruder level. Due to repeated thefts of the roadsigns bearing the town’s name, they have been removed from the usual steel poles and cemented in place.
In WI, we lived near Richard Bong State Recreation Area, named for Richard Ira Bong who was a United States Army Air Forces major and Medal of Honor recipient in World War II. Of course, the signs only stated “BONG RECREATION AREA” and were/are continually stolen.
Minnesota has a couple of strangely-named towns which gave rise to the presumably apocryphal newspaper story headline “Fertile Woman Dies in Climax.”
The first Mrs. Shrug taugh school in Climax, MN, for two years before we wed, and she heard ALL the jokes.
“The first Mrs. Shrug taugh school in Climax, MN, for two years before we wed, and she heard ALL the jokes.”
You can’t set it up like that and not end it with the best one. You just can’t. It’s (wait for it) anticlimactic.
You would think that after the first couple of thefts, they’d change the sign’s text.
Far as I know, they just stopped putting up signs.
When Virginia had the slogan “Virginia is for lovers” Pennsylvania (I doubt this was official) had a slogan “Virginia may be for lovers, but Pennsylvania has Intercourse.”
There’s also “Virginia is for Lovers“, but “Maryland is for Crabs!“
For a while there was “Missouri Loves Company”.