I had a possum for a pet.
A fairly large animal, I picked her up outside, maybe to get her out of the rain. When I grabbed her she tensed up a bit as if to claw me, and turned her head ’round with threat to bite, but soft words and good intentions calmed her down. I took her inside a nearby house where a small party was going on. The partygoers said that my dog was strange looking. I didn’t contradict them, and they seemed satisfied, so I put the possum down to roam. More importantly, the owner of the house had a little dark dachshund that was running about and when it came close to my possum, all the dog’s hair– which up ’til this point had appeared classically short –stood on end like a startled cat’s. At this point it occurred to me, both for mine and the dachshund’s sake (but not for the partiers), that I should be worried about getting fleas from my possum. I started to itch.
Then I woke up.
Short update, but with some meat. So, a lot of sketching, and therefore stuff that’s not nearly ready for posting anywhere. However, what this does mean is that when I do post stuff you’ll get the whole process, which can be fun. Another work in progress is an impromptu creative writing exercise that was really fun to do. It’s a collaboration, and an interactive one at that. Once I put it out here I’ll also be opening it up to further exploration – I’ll probably limit it to the first one or two people that want to try it out! That’s the update, and without further ado, the meat man himself, DOG MAN:
Dog Man ©️ Dav Pilkey
Tired old dog, plodding along
Sing me a song, sing me a song
Songs are for cats, rainbows and rats
Toss up your hats, toss up your hats
The song starts like this, a wink and kiss
Signs hard to miss, signs hard to miss
Dance with a tree, lovely and free
What do you see? What do you see?
A bird with a brace and a miserable face
Satin and lace, satin and lace
For the sake of a friend, fortune to lend
How does it end? How does it end?
With a hug and a wave, humor to save
Forever be brave, forever be brave
This silly, nonsensical creature sprung from the first two lines, though I had to drag out the rest of it, so “sprung” is perhaps too strong a word. It’s not perfect (there are several words that aren’t the exact fit) but I had fun making it. In any case, I plan on doing something creative every day of the year. Whether or not these creations will show up on this blog depends on their content and state of completion. Cheers to lofty goals!
I catch up to the mad dog just as it breaches the line from shadowy corridor to sunlit sidewalk. The dog jumps at a young human and I kick off from the ground and hurtle toward it, hopefully fast enough for an interception. Read on →
I walk along the stone paths that line either side of the traveling beasts’ designated running spaces. Amazing how well behaved they are, passing each other going in opposite directions and not once stopping to smell one another or fight. There are a few times where their growls are interrupted by what almost sounds like a shriller version of the honking that some of the water birds make, but nothing seems to come of these outbursts. Maybe that’s just how they talk. Personally, all I can think as I watch them pass is that with their power they could easily overpower these two-leggers if they tried. Though there are a lot of signs that indicate that the two-leggers have some special powers about which I do not know. Or maybe it’s the ‘knowing’ part that is holding me back from doing what they do. When I think about it, I still seem to be on top though – the two-legger could not make me budge from his food-beast, the traveling beasts obey the two-leggers without fail, any normal cats would be below all of the latter in apparent physical power, and the birds and insects are, as always, fair game for anyone that can catch them.
And then I see a wolf accompanying a two-legger. Read on →