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The adventures of a Blue Dog
We should all strive to be a bit more waggily, dontcha think?
And now a brief interlude for some art. Waggle your way through it.
Sometimes blue is the only color you need. And, sometimes not.
“Wow,” said the Blue Dog under his breath, “pretty deep. NOT!”
“Sigh,” sighed the annotator, “got me again.”
Yes, this says May 3. Time is not always linear here at the Blue Dog Blog & Bait Shop.
Just in case “wag a lu yah” reminded you of the same thing …
One day the Blue Dog turned left instead of going straight. He discovered a new park that had tips on how to exercise. “You need instructions?” the Blue Dog thought to himself.
Later, the Blue Dog thought, he should have told them all colors are everyone’s colors. He sighed, sometimes you just can’t come up with these things on the spot.
A bonus Blue Dog story… just ‘cuz it’s been awhile
He once had a friend who gave up eating bananas for years. Then, on his 27th birthday, decided to eat them again. The Blue Dog realizes this isn’t much of a story, you’d have to ask his friend about it.
Sometimes, says the annotator of Blue Dog stories, you should just let things speak for themselves.
Good point, says the Blue Dog, but it could also be a rationalization because the annotator is not coming up with any pithy ideas.
Sigh, the annotator sighs, he’s got me again.
The Blue Dog had heard about “bluffing” when you played cards. But he wasn’t sure he knew what it meant or why anyone would want to do it. He thought maybe it was like when a squirrel sat on a limb really still and pretended to look like a branch.
The Blue Dog wondered what all that scribbling was that humans did during their zoom work meetings. He figured it was probably important. That’s why he only interrupted when he heard people saying “goodbye.”
Do you automatically feel sheepish when you practice drawing sheep?
Self explanatory. Yet, there are words.
The Blue Dog was philosophical about being a dog. Which is to say when he contemplated philosophy it was to say, “screw philosophy and just be a dog.” (But he had nothing against philosophers in general, as long as they petted him and gave him a treat.
Sometimes the Blue Dog stopped to ponder (in a non-philosophical way) the random drawings he came across in the notebooks scattered about the house. He didn’t know what to make of these faces. “But they look friendly enough,” he thought.
Sometimes the sun on your nose feels as good as finding the right tennis ball or waking up in the guest bed. The Blue Dog normally eschews trendy clichés, but “it’s all good” came to his mind. Then, breakfast drove it back out.
