Saturday, July 23, 2016


Friday, July 22, 2016

Quote of the Day

One upside to heat.  Kind of cool to see a cat pant. ~ Jonah Goldberg

Saturday, July 16, 2016

Two Can Play At That Game, Dog

I was reading on the patio and noticed Chunk  standing in front of the basement door, whining to get in.


Friday, July 15, 2016

Quote of the Day

image from Pinterest

Sir – May I be allowed in your columns to ask why the British public is so horrified at the idea of women dressing in trousers, seeing that they have for many years tolerated a number of men from the North of the Tweed in wearing petticoats, and shockingly short petticoats too? ~ Amelia Jenks Bloomer

Unanticipated Downstream Effects

Yes, Chunk did it. The church across the street is a Pokemon Go stop and there’s something about clusters of adolescents drifting down the sidewalk that sets him off.

Fortunately, the screen in the front window was reinforced a few years back after the Great Escape.

Tuesday, July 12, 2016

Johnny Weissmuller Isn't In It

This is the fifty gallon cattle tank
That collects the rainwater
That runs off the roof
Of the garage at the house where Shay lives.

This is the Kong
That bounced into the fifty gallon cattle tank
That collects the rainwater
That runs off the roof
Of the garage at the house where Shay lives.

This is the German Shepherd
That dove in after the Kong*
That bounced into the fifty gallon cattle tank
That collects the rainwater
That runs off the roof
Of the garage at the house where Shay lives.

This is the man
Who has made a cover
To fit over the fifty gallon cattle tank
That collects the rainwater
That runs off the roof
Of the garage at the house where Shay lives.

This is the cat
Who could not care less.

*and enjoyed it so much that he did it four times on Friday morning, sans Kong, which is why I was washing towels all weekend.

Saturday, July 9, 2016


I have been wondering if my country has gone completely mad.

Monday, July 4, 2016

Vintage Magazines - Argosy, 1935

A magazine cover with a few fireworks of its own - Argosy, one of the better and longer-running pulp magazines.  There are quite a few scanned copies online, if you know where to look ( is one).

(cover from True Pulp Fiction).

Saturday, July 2, 2016


Sunday, June 26, 2016

A Wedged Cat In Great Tightness

image from Patricia at agence eureka

Chunk (formerly known as Dribblechin) is as different from Batdog (formerly Newdog – for the ears) as can be.

Batdog is slim, elegant, with dainty paws and a beautifully modeled skull.  Chunk is, well…chunky.  Big paws, big chest, big everything including a blocky head and wide snout (and teeth…oh boy has he got teeth).  When he feels affectionate enough to throw himself at you, which is quite often, it’s not unlike getting hit in the chest with a well-aimed sandbag*.

And, at eighteen months, Chunk is still very much a puppy which means that he has not yet learned subtlety.  Or much of anything else.  What Chunk sees, Chunk gets.

He’s giving Reserve Cat a nervous breakdown.  There has been no aggression or biting, but he follows him everywhere and lies across the head of the stairs so the cat can’t get into the kitchen.  This morning he trapped him in the laundry room, whereupon Reserve Cat learned that he can’t fit behind the freezer any more, poor old fat bastard.  He got wedged, Pooh-like, just behind the front legs and I had to pull him out.

Half an hour ago I caught Chunk with his paws up on the shelf where we feed Reserve Cat, quietly cleaning out a full dish of kibble.

(*why yes.  I have).

Saturday, June 25, 2016


Wednesday, June 22, 2016

We Live and Learn (Or Don't)

from Pinterest

1. Turns out Newdog is afraid of thunder (I assume that’s why he was trying to get under the covers with me very early this morning).

2. Reserve Cat is now pulling the same passive-aggressive crap with Dribblechin that worked so well with Newdog (at least until Newdog wised up).

Monday, June 20, 2016

History Repeats Itself

A reasonable facsimile of the floor around the water dish

As you may recall, when Newdog first arrived, he tried very hard to get Reserve Cat to play with him, ignoring repeated rebuffs and going so far as to boop the cat (behavior not calculated to promote peace and domestic tranquility).

Poor Dribblechin, at eighteen months, is still very much a puppy and has been doing everything he can think of to lure Newdog into fun and games, including lying on his back and waving his paws in the air while chewing on the rope toy.

Alas, to no avail.  Newdog is quite cool to any overtures, and when Dribblechin booped him this morning the reaction was decidedly unfriendly.

It’s only been four days and undoubtedly will work itself out.  In the meantime, Reserve Cat is going walleyed trying to keep tabs on both of them.

Sunday, June 19, 2016

Happy Father's Day

Any family photo is going to have to wait until all three are on speaking terms.

Also until I get rid ob dis code (the sniffles I brought back from Houston have settled in my chest and throat).

Friday, June 17, 2016

A Funny Thing Happened On The Way To The Animal Shelter

At the top of my list of things to do this week was “get kitten.”  I think Reserve Cat would have preferred the kitten.

Updated to add:  Dribblechin* is 18 months old and was picked up by animal control.  His people either wouldn't or couldn't come up with the cash to bail him out so he wound up in a rescue.

*you should see the floor around the water dish.

Monday, June 6, 2016

It's Deja Vu All Over Again

And...gone for another week (teaching at the Regional Institute in southern Illinois).

Saturday, June 4, 2016


Friday, June 3, 2016

Quote of the Day

image from Patricia at Agence Eureka

Eating primarily for health is too much like marrying for money.  In other words, it’s not completely crazy, but unless a meal or a relationship commences with yum, I don’t see it going anywhere. ~ Roy Blount, Jr.

Monday, May 30, 2016

Vintage Images - Patriotic Posters

copyright-free, from Dover.