Not a shark. a crocodile!

My psychic powers, never in doubt since I began my posthumous communication with dear Janie Veron, have been both confirmed and questioned. Maybe I do "big picture" best and should leave the detail to others.

So I did indeed have this terrible presentment of looming tragedy in Australia. (See my earlier blog). But the chomping jaws I half-sensed were those of a Great White, not a goddam Crocodile.

You may have seen the news that police have found the remains of five-year-old Jeremy Doble in the stomach of a 14-foot male crocodile in Queensland. The monstrous beast was trapped in the flooded Daintree River near where the boy had vanished on February 8. The area, which I have scanned from here in Dog Heaven, is one of lush green rainforest, stretching right down to the brilliantly white sandy beaches of the coastline. Yet again that Australian paradox emerges: extraordinary natural beauty at every turn, and killer creatures lurking in its shadows to take their shocking toll on humanity.

Apparently, Jeremy had been playing with his seven-year-old brother Ryan and their dog behind the family property in a flooded mangrove swamp when he disappeared. I can't help wondering why the dog wasn't a bit more on the ball. I would have doine anything to protect my Master from whatever danger he might have confronted. Not that sharks and crocodiles tend to terrorise England's green and pleasant land in huge numbers! Silly thought. Better quit while I'm ahead.

Sheer laziness. Sorry. Back now!

For a dog, laziness is just a different deal. For you humans, it's about not doing the things you usually do, or should do or don't want to do. For a dog, there are never things we should do.
Being cheerfully dependent on our masters leaves us completely free to be as active or idle, as playful or passive or as charming or cheeky as the mood dictates.
So, sorry, I've been feeling languid, introspective and uncommunicative. Plus, recent events on my beloved Earth have been so damn saddening that I've wanted to avert my gaze. My heart goes out to the families who have lost loved ones in plane crashes, bush fires, rocket attacks and, any minute now, shark attacks off the coast of Australia. Yes, that's a prediction! What a beginning to the Year of the Ox.
But relief may be at hand. This caught my attention: a new movie, "Hotel for Dogs." Apparently, a pair of orphans, brother and sister, play homemakers for an ever-growing family of four-legged waifs and strays. What a completely laudable concept. Okay, okay, just a cute idea! Anyway, heart-warming it surely is. Go see it. Maybe it will give you a smile in these dark times.
Oh, and Happy Valentine's Day to all my readers.

Macey and Donna………such a drag!

Just a quickie tonight. I’m tempted to comment on the cloak of whiteness that has descended across the no more green and pleasant land. But that’s just a bit obvious and panders too much to the British obsession with all things climatalogical.

So, just for amusement, here’s a couple of startling photos I espied of famous women looking so like Drag Queens that even Lily Savage would be upstaged. Yes, I remember her all too well from her days as a dubious stand up comedian, albeit one endlessly tempted by a more prone posture than “stand up” naturally suggests.

So here are Macey Gray and Donna Versace, both of whom really should know better, showing off their all too appropriate giant hair, excess lippy, mascara overload and manic drag queen posing!

I’m lost for even one more word on the subject!