A Dog's Tale

Keeping a blog is getting old. I told Mike that I might try my paw at something different--writing a novel, perhaps. He said that before I start, I should do a little research on the whole process. He recommended that I check out the story of a well-known dog who set out down the fictional path to fame and riches: Snoopy.

With gratitude to Mr. Charles M. Schultz, here's what I learned (click to enlarge):

On further review, maybe I'll stick to blogging.

Fiddler on the Roof Redux

The following is a paid political announcement. Mike paid me to post it here by giving me an extra Milk Bone this morning.

It seems that Donald Trump went to someplace called Detroit today to pander for votes. While it's not known whether the people there promised to vote for him in the coming presidential election, they did give him a snazzy prayer shawl.

Donald felt so moved by the gift, he broke into song.

And here's what he sang:

If I were a rich man,
Daidle deedle daidle
Daidle daidle deedle daidle dumb

All day long I'd biddy-biddy-bum
If I were a wealthy man.

I wouldn't have to work hard,
Daidle deedle daidle
Daidle daidle deedle daidle dumb

If I were a biddy-biddy rich,
Daidle deedle daidle daidle man.  I'd build a

. . . big tall house with rooms by the dozen
Right in the middle of the town,
With my name in golden letters plastered on the side.
There would be one long escalator going up
And one even longer coming down,
And I'd ride 'em all day with my hot little trophy bride . . .

The boy seriously needs to learn to stick with the script!