Cookie barks at dogs on TV. She also watches the computer monitor if there’s a dog barking there. A couple of times, I pointed to it and told her the dog was there, but wasn’t coming after her or Mommy. Now she looks.
I had one dog who never barked at TV but would stare at it… I think she noticed the movement but didn’t understand it.
The little dog I write most about, that I had for 13½ years, didn’t notice TV for years, till one day some dogs in a movie howled…. she started howling too…. and looking for animals.
My TV was very small, so she didn’t find much. A neighbor and my mother-in-law both had big screens. She would bark furiously at almost anything furry on their televisions, and even chased a few things, including a fish, that disappeared off one edge.
A scene from the still funny after all these years
1935 film….
A Night at The Opera
Featuring, as you may notice…
The Marx Brothers…
I just did some searching, and I couldn’t find a description for this picture.
But you can see….
That’s Groucho, of course, on the left, when he was still painting on a huge mustache. And Chico right in the middle, with what could be a cigar but is probably something else in his mouth.
Lying prone, above Chico’s head, judging by the overcoat and tight blonde curls, I believe is Harpo.
I probably wouldn’t know who most of the others are anyway, except I remember reading that one of the stars was Kitty Carlisle…. I only know her from 1950s panel shows. I want to know whether she’s the pretty one on the phone, because she wasn’t…. well…. sorry…
.exactly beautiful in the 50s.
Beautiful Preraphaelite work… I love John William Waterhouse paintings, even though a supposedly knowledgeable art professor once told me that it reflected immature taste(!).
Kind of a half-hearted caption, here. It falls a little short.
So you’re standing there trying to decide whether you’re a hippie… or whether they’ll think you’re a hippie, even if you don’t…
while your friends are trying to make the same decision, and sharing opinions of each other’s hippieness…
And you’re discussing whether you even want to use any door to enter a place that would post such a directive…
And you all decide to eat somewhere else, even if the only available option is McDonald’s and some of you are vegetarians.
Disturbingly wrong as it looks, the person who cut this completely piggy piece actually got less frosting than he would have by cutting a normal shaped wedge, which would have encompassed considerably more of the outside edge.
I know not everybody wants a ton of frosting… but usually somebody this greedy would be a frosting lover too.
Some unfussy dogs beg for Milk Bones…. more beg for steak, or even pizza.
But one basset hound we know begs for weaponry.
I suppose she doesn’t need to beg for steak and pizza, cos she seems to get whatever her little doggie heart desires in the way of human food, though for some reason she still loves a big bowl of kibble, too.
One thing she can’t do, AFAIK, in spite of her speaking ability, and her Hollywood stardom, is walk into a gun shop and fill out paperwork, and show proper ID for a purchase.
I’ve looked at the requirements for several states, and I didn’t see ONE that said you had to be human… but one thing that would block Cleo is that she isn’t 18… 21 for handguns. I don’t think dog years are acceptable under state law.
Besides, would she pass a background check? Stealing trucks and taco stands, trying to dynamite squirrels and run over cats? Surely someone has reported her over the years?
…..
So here she is, in stereo panels, drooling outside the window….
Well, not totally identical panels.
9 differences between them… Show that you’re a real sharpshooter by finding them all….
Well, I finally found the last one — I was expecting it to be a subtle difference, but, nope, it wasn’t, it was something I should had found much, much earlier.
Vindication for me for last week’s “missing-of-the-last-one”…
Thanks for the Official Solution, Susan!
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“Cheezburger?”
No fries. Chips.
..
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Can you say “Rat Pack?”
….
Winter at the Convent by Margaret Loxton.
Born in 1938, Margaret didn’t become an artist till the 1980s, in her mid 40s, after raising her children.
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Take notice. It’s a lab.
I’ve never known a dog who recognized a picture.
Hard to believe he knows that’s a cat.
I wonder if he barks at the mirror.
Cookie barks at dogs on TV. She also watches the computer monitor if there’s a dog barking there. A couple of times, I pointed to it and told her the dog was there, but wasn’t coming after her or Mommy. Now she looks.
I had one dog who never barked at TV but would stare at it… I think she noticed the movement but didn’t understand it.
The little dog I write most about, that I had for 13½ years, didn’t notice TV for years, till one day some dogs in a movie howled…. she started howling too…. and looking for animals.
My TV was very small, so she didn’t find much. A neighbor and my mother-in-law both had big screens. She would bark furiously at almost anything furry on their televisions, and even chased a few things, including a fish, that disappeared off one edge.
But a painting or a drawing… Never.
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I’ve always been found of rubbing a ladies back.
Nothing sex.
Just being nice.
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Meet heron a tree…
…
Didn’t I already do this one?
I liked yours better.
It had a more… I dunno…. familiar look to it.
.,
“Room service, could you send up another room…?”
I think there’s a garage sale down the street…
Wouldn’t you have more room for everybody if you bought a garage?
A scene from the still funny after all these years
A Night at The Opera
I just did some searching, and I couldn’t find a description for this picture.
Lying prone, above Chico’s head, judging by the overcoat and tight blonde curls, I believe is Harpo.
I probably wouldn’t know who most of the others are anyway, except I remember reading that one of the stars was Kitty Carlisle…. I only know her from 1950s panel shows. I want to know whether she’s the pretty one on the phone, because she wasn’t…. well…. sorry…
.exactly beautiful in the 50s.
🤣🤣🤣🤣!
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Only one of those will be male.
I’ll bet they confuse the eyes even more when they’re running towards you. Kind of like some of the art that Nighthawks includes from time to time.
But they were never plagued by biting flies…
….
Beautiful Preraphaelite work… I love John William Waterhouse paintings, even though a supposedly knowledgeable art professor once told me that it reflected immature taste(!).
Kind of a half-hearted caption, here. It falls a little short.
I’m sure he himself was very mature – like an over-over-ripe cheese.
Sorry? I don’t know why you would say something that nasty about someone who created beautiful art, and died young.
I think Tigressy was tallkng about your art professor…
Oh!
That makes more sense.
And I thought my phrasing was clear enough.
Neither would I.
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So you’re standing there trying to decide whether you’re a hippie… or whether they’ll think you’re a hippie, even if you don’t…
while your friends are trying to make the same decision, and sharing opinions of each other’s hippieness…
And you’re discussing whether you even want to use any door to enter a place that would post such a directive…
And you all decide to eat somewhere else, even if the only available option is McDonald’s and some of you are vegetarians.
“OK, everybody – let’s just all use the backdoor. That’s where the party is at!”
.,
“Did you remove the nuclear warhead first?” – “Oopsie…”
..,
No Ron Ely?
I tried to find out why, but found nothing.
..,,,
Hah!
Disturbingly wrong as it looks, the person who cut this completely piggy piece actually got less frosting than he would have by cutting a normal shaped wedge, which would have encompassed considerably more of the outside edge.
I know not everybody wants a ton of frosting… but usually somebody this greedy would be a frosting lover too.
Another interesting one.
Some unfussy dogs beg for Milk Bones…. more beg for steak, or even pizza.
But one basset hound we know begs for weaponry.
I suppose she doesn’t need to beg for steak and pizza, cos she seems to get whatever her little doggie heart desires in the way of human food, though for some reason she still loves a big bowl of kibble, too.
One thing she can’t do, AFAIK, in spite of her speaking ability, and her Hollywood stardom, is walk into a gun shop and fill out paperwork, and show proper ID for a purchase.
I’ve looked at the requirements for several states, and I didn’t see ONE that said you had to be human… but one thing that would block Cleo is that she isn’t 18… 21 for handguns. I don’t think dog years are acceptable under state law.
Besides, would she pass a background check? Stealing trucks and taco stands, trying to dynamite squirrels and run over cats? Surely someone has reported her over the years?
…..
So here she is, in stereo panels, drooling outside the window….
Well, not totally identical panels.
9 differences between them… Show that you’re a real sharpshooter by finding them all….
Found seven of nine.
(I wish. She’s a character in one of the Star Trek incarnations, & a major babe.)
Gee, I missed one….
Only eight today.
Six!!! 😫😫😫😫!
Well, I finally found the last one — I was expecting it to be a subtle difference, but, nope, it wasn’t, it was something I should had found much, much earlier.
Vindication for me for last week’s “missing-of-the-last-one”…
Thanks for the Official Solution, Susan!
You’re welcome, baconboy! Happy camping!
🏕 …Where there’s the smell of fresh cut timber… ⛺️
♪♫ … I’m a lumberjack and I’m OK, I sleep all night and I work all day…♪♫
Give it up, Cleo.
Lumberjacks.
Well… somebody has to….. Might as well be me.
Not quite complete without the parrot!