Frazz by Jef Mallett for October 30, 2012

Or is it Melancholy, following him like a black dog?

This is no joke. I have a cat named Edgar Allen Pussycat. Although he is so fat these days I sometimes call him Edgar Allen Pussycow.

heard that poodles were bred as hunting dogs. to retrieve water fowl. but some dogs, i wonder though. and, the akc is a bunch of bigoted people who only want pure-bred dogs, even if the dogs are totally inbred. what happened to the belief that dogs are our companions no matter if they are pure-bred or mutts. also, is it true about the dogs and their owners looking like each other?

@vwdualnomand – the real poodle, the tall kind, is a water fowl hunting dog and in France you can still see some being used as such. They never appear in canine shows somehow, and people have a hard time recognising them when they meet them without the snobbish hair cut. My in-laws neighbour hunts with them in the swamps and wouldn’t change breed for anything.

Mixed-breed dogs are the best! I have two now, they are 7th and 8th in a procession that started in 1969. They have either come up to the house on their own and stayed, or been adopted from our local Humane Society. Each has been a welcome member of our family. GO MUTTS!

I lost my cat recently….Moby Daisy, the Great White Cat…

White FangThe Hound of the BaskervillesThe Hound and the Fury.

Caufield needs a trimmed mustache and goatee and he’d pull off Steinbeck with his trusty traveling partner, Charley.

Miss Plainwell is really raven about Caulfield’s clever idea.

maybe his literary tribute is to the screen play for “Dog Day Afternoon”

Caulfield knows his Faust. The poodle in Goethe’s play is large and scary, leaves a wake of fire behind him.

Except that the dog’s name is Charlie.

Way to go, Mr. Spaetzle.Dog might be a sports hero: Babe Roof! Ask him,maybe he can say his name.

The Hound Of The Baskervilles.

Oh wait. That’s a poodle.

Black and French = Alexandre Dumas?

What was in the feeder? Robins don’t eat seed – insects, worms and berries are most of their diet. You’ve never had a good laugh until you’ve seen a robin drunk on naturally fermented berries.

“Dreams from My Father”…The dog is lunch.

We had a cat named Mulder, Fox Mulder, Feline Bureau of Investigation. He saw Aliens everywhere.