So, on to the real reason for this post. . .
It's a really important subject, of course. Otherwise, I wouldn't even be writing about it, because I only ever write about big, important, deep subjects. Like the weather, and puppy dog pictures, and-- oh, ok, it's just a puppy dog picture. But it's not Trixie this time, so it's a palate-cleansing photo, for those of you who were getting a wee bit tired of Eskie photos. (Seriously, though, if you don't like Eskie photos, you're not welcome here. Go now, and never return. We don't want your kind 'round these parts.)
Mainly I'm writing because I wanted something else at the top of my blog instead of that "Illegal Alien" costume. So here it is-- something else!
It's a photo of a calendar we have in the kitchen. The photo for October is this brown puppy sitting on a pile of (what appear to be) chocolate bars.
I get the "joke"-- it's a "chocolate" (chocolate-colored... brown) cocker spaniel sitting on chocolate bars. (I'll wait a moment while you finish laughing merrily at the cleverness of it all. ;o)) Maybe I'm just being difficult, but it seems like an odd set-up for a canine portrait, considering that chocolate is poisonous to dogs-- even potentially deadly. It's kind of like if Anne Geddes were to pose an infant amidst an arrangement of bottles marked with skulls and crossbones-- or delicately nestled into a big ol' pile of cyanide pills. (Kind of, but not quite.) It's just weird.
. . .Well, that's it, I guess.
I thought about regaling you all with an amusing anecdote about how, as a child, I thought that little decorative pieces-- you know, ceramic figurines, trinket boxes and the like-- were called "white nots" (or maybe "white knots"-- I wasn't completely clear on the spelling). Mom must've told me they were "what-nots", but I misunderstood. . .
Yeah, I thought about sharing that story, but then I realized that it wasn't actually a story, per se, and that bringing it up would be pointless (though only marginally less interesting than a photo of a puppy sitting on candy bars). And that being the case, it's time to bring this entry to a close. (g)
(Yes, I'm in that goofy mood again. It comes, from time to time.)