This is known as a version of the "helicopter" ear look.

Keep in touch and, hopefully, I will be able to APPLY myself and REALLY concentrate into a FULL helicopter - but it AIN'T easy!
Stay tuned.  I'm going into the meditation room now and 'won't be out for several hours.....
Wish me luck!!

The Natural Nose

Many thanks to that weird black cat who sponsored the stove polish commercial, but we prefer the more natural solution.

SUN, SUN, SUN! Here comes the sun, and as you may observe from the photograph, we were waiting for it. A few more sessions collecting these revivifying rays and we will be good to go, anywhere, anytime, without embarrassment.

Have I told you, dear readers, of the remarkable qualities of the canine nose. I think I have noted in the sidebar that my own humble schnozz can freeze yogurt. It's true. There are numerous testimonials to that effect. I'm not kidding.

RX: Nose leather color restorer!

Does YOUR nose change colors during the cold, sunless winter months?  Does it go from velvet black to pasty grey with a tiny bit of pink?

Are YOU embarrassed to go outside and show yourself around the park, building concourse, elevator or underground parking garage?

Do you have to flee from the piparzazzi because you can't bear to have your photo taken - even at Xmas time sitting on Santa's lap?

Do you avoid walking past mirrors, plate glass windows and the like?

Well, if any of these conditions plague your probiscus try Black Cat Enamel Stove Polish!
I know it sounds CRAZY but just try it.  One application with a cotton dabber at bedtime and another one in the morning.  In just ONE WEEK you will notice an improvement in the color AND texture.  You will soon go from a dry, cracked pale beakie to a lustrous, soft and shiny ebony honker that you will be PROUD to show off all over the park and the better haunts of the city and countryside.

Try it!  Money back guarantee if you aren't pleased with the results!!

In the Green Zone

"He" made an interesting observation for a change the other day. "He" noted that I seem to like the color green, that I instinctively seek out the color green, that I have an inordinate number of green toys, etc. After an exhaustive inventory of my toy stocks, as well as a preliminary search of the Well of Toys, I have concluded that "he" is right.

And really, what's not to like about green? Green is good. I am good. It is a natural match. I've done the research, too. Green is a calming color, green is the color of nature and all that. Perhaps I am unconsciously seeking an inner calm.

Don't get me going about green. It is the color of my beloved frogs, the source of one of my more memorable adventures. It is the color of Spongebobby and Bubba Bob and Green Thing. And the green silk comforter.

Wow! Green power. I think we are on to something here. Pictured above is a photo of yours truly surrounded by green toys. Wow! Green is the way to go.

Rambo???

OK. Who knew? They say he is a brother or half-brother. Maybe. I don't know. There are a lot of things I don't know. One thing I do know is that cute counts. Cute is where it is at. Cute matters. You can never be too cute.

I have been asked to pass on some advice to this putative "brother." First off, be cute, practice cuteness every day.

Second, listen to everything they say and watch everything they do. You will learn a lot. Remember, knowledge is power. They also think listening to them and spying on them is cute. So how can you lose?

Third, play "fetch" for a minimum of two hours every day. "Fetch" is the game of the gods. It is the great game. You can never play too much "fetch." Jump and run as much as you can. Make them throw your toy until their arms fall off.

Finally, practice the rodent run. There is no more enthralling trait of puppyhood than the rodent run. This is accomplished by running as fast as you can in no particular direction keeping your head and body as low to the ground as possible, finishing with a great flourish of circular running, leaping all out onto a bed or couch or chair, winding up by rolling over and having your tummy rubbed. This, if executed properly, will completely exhaust all your remaining energy. You will need to nap for at least two and preferably four hours before resuming play.

"Good Ol' Pip"

Some of my readers have been alarmed at my celebration of "Bad Pip." Hey, lighten up, it's only a joke. Heh, heh, heh.

But there is something to it. Sometimes I just have the feeling that "Good Ol' Pip" is whispering in my ear telling me it's alright, and another voice is whispering in my ear ("Bad Pip") telling me it's all wrong. Or is it the other way around? See, that's the problem too. Is it on the wagon or off the wagon? I don't know.

I don't know. In fact, I could write a book about I don't know, but that's a whole other story. But I'm back on track now, fans. I'm bein' who I ought to be, seein' who I ought to see, barkin' when I ought to bark, and all that stuff about peein' and poopin' too, which was all a vicious and slanderous lie in the first place.

"Bad Pip"

I've been goin' where I shouldn't go,
Bein' who I shouldn't be,
Eatin' what I shouldn't eat,
Peein' where I shouldn't pee,
Poopin' where I shouldn't poop.

Been chewin' what I shouldn't chew.
Been barkin' when I shouldn't bark,
Sleepin' when I should be up,
Howlin' when I should be quiet.

I'm "Bad Pip," ladies and gentlemen, and I am insufferably cute. I'm here to entertain you, so sit back and relax and enjoy the show.

Blah, blah, blah, BLAH! Yadda, yadda, yadda, YADDA!

I been BAAAADDDD! BBBBAD TO THE BONE!!!!

hah, hah, hah, hah, HAH, HAH, HAH HAH. BAAAAAD.