The Friday Animated Mailbag

Friday,
Friday,
Friday !!!!!

It’s just so
damned good
that we’ve got
to say it three
times.

Awww,
WTF –
– four-
– Friday !!!!

As Ed Sullivan
used to say:
” We’ve got a really
big shewwww for ya
today…. ”

Somehow,
that reference
seems even more
appropriate when
you consider that
Sullivan’s show was
a variety show —
jugglers, puppets,
singers, poets,
operas, animal acts,
dancers —
you never knew
who (or what )
would be on that
show next.

So, I’ve dug
deeeeeeeeeeeeep
and posted a
variety of
animated stuff
to our Friday
Mailbag Post ….

A couple of the
GIF’s may be a
bit memory-intensive,
so give it a chance to
load completely.

I’d give
you
a bit
of a hint
about
the theme,
but I think I
already did
that.

Or,
already
done that.

Erg.

I hope no
grammar-Nazis
are tuned in, man.

OOOOooo —
CUPCAKES!

!!! HOY !!!

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Well, I’ll Be Dog-Gone

If there’s one
kinda post I can
always get behind,
it’s one that extols
the virtues of man’s
best friend –

— his doggie.

And I guess I must
not be the only fan,
( by a long shot ),
because over the
years, fun loving
canines have
been a favorite
subject of postcard
producers, too.

It’s actually quite
amazing, the
large variety
of vintage cards
that our favorite
type house-pet
has been featured
in.

Today,
though,
I specifically went
looking for cards
that exemplified
one of their most
beloved attributes:

– their sense of humor.

Now, you might
be one of those
folks who doesn’t
think that dogs
have one –
but they do,
outrageous,
self-effacing,
and very,
very dry.

Not only do
they think stuff’s
funny, but they
also know the
difference between
having a laugh
with you,
and
being laughed
at.

Let me
tell you-
they will never,
never let YOU
have the last
laugh on them.

It’s gotta
be the
wolf-lineage
in them,
or
somethin’….

Cause…..

If’n
(yes, “if’n” is
a perfectly
valid Southernism)
you pull a dirty
trick on your dog,
and not only will
she remember it,
and give you the
evil-eye for weeks
afterwards, but just
when you’re least
expecting it,
BINGO.

Poop
in your slipper.

Revenge
a dog-dish served
very cold, man.

Take it from
somebody
who has been
a dog-lover
all his life,
don’t piss your
dog off.

Just don’t.

.
!!! HOY !!!

 

The Dog Days Of Summer

It’s summer time —

— that’s no
bummertime —

happy days
and sunshine

melt the icy
memory
of snow.

Ok,
so it’s
not Shelley,
I’ll admit.

More like
Steve Miller…. 

which is why
I dropped
the verse
after 4 lines.

Still,
one must admit a
grudging admiration
for the stifling heat
of summer in
contrast to the
bitter cold we had
this last winter.

If one more pocket
philosopher informs
me that it’s :
“not the heat,
it’s the humidity”
I’m gonna shove a
thermometer some
where they’re going
to have a difficult
time retrieving same.

90- 100% humidity
is, indeed, a factor
that we regularly
deal with here in the
South –

usually with dignity…

– cause we’re kinda
used to it, if such
a thing was really
possible.

At such levels,
the sweat is
sucked out of your
pores so fast it doesn’t
really have time to cool
your body —

Basically, it’s just nature’s
way of making you feel
like a damp, smelly gym
sock all summer long.

Even my dog thinks I
smell bad at this time 
of year.

And in case
you were wonderin’,
Daisie Doggie is doing
fine —

she’s got her spot picked
out on the couch, right
in front of the window
air conditioner in my 
study, where she then
simply requires a blanket
to keep her cozy but still
cool.

Ok,
a red Twizzler to
gnaw on occasionally,
two toys,
and some peace
and quiet
are also very
appreciated.

Put some Gershwin
on the stereo while
you’re at it —

–not too loud,
though.

A dog’s life.

Hey,
summer time —
where the livin’s easy.

.

!! HOY !!