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This was the cover art for “Tintin in the new World” by Frederic Tuten.
But carping is absurd when dealing with a novel so richly inventive and so subtly textured. Who can resist a text that interpolates Snowy’s thoughts and canine romances into the running narrative, that drops certain corny paragraphs into quotation marks in order to suggest their bogus novelistic tone, but that somehow remains — dare I say it? — sincere?
Edmund White reviews Tintin in the New World for the New York Times
But on Friday at a hotel in Palo Alto, Calif., a pair of Bigfoot hunters say they will present what they contend is the most definitive proof yet of an animal that science says does not exist: DNA evidence and photographs of a dead specimen they say they found in a remote swath of woods in northern Georgia.”It was very frightening at first,” said Rick Dyer, 31, a former corrections officer who – coincidentally – runs a business that offers Bigfoot tours. “And it got even more frightening when you saw the others.”
Indeed, Mr. Dyer said he and his partner, Matthew Whitton, saw three more of the beasts nearby as they dragged the body of said creature out of the woods. Moreover, Mr. Dyer says he has video clips and photographs to prove it.
One photograph provided to the news media showed what resembled a gorilla – or maybe an old sheepskin rug – lying twisted in a freezer, with a dollop of intestines protruding from its belly.
Yeti from Tintin in Tibet
One morning I took a long walk with my dog, Bosy, and stopped for lunch at La Victoire. Paris is nice to dogs. They are allowed to run free in most of the parks and on the streets and are admitted into all the restaurants that I know.
The proprietor came, rubbing his hands, and said to me, “Monsieur, I can recommend so and so and this and that” – and then he said, “And your son, what does he desire to eat?” (“Your son” is the form of address for a dog in Paris.) I said, “Oh, give him anything.” The proprietor tilted his head and put his hands together and he said, “Perhaps a little meat, some vegetable in a little broth?” I said yes, that would be very nice.
The meal was served, for both the master and the dog. Bosy received great care – a napkin was placed on the floor and on it a silver bowl – and he ate with appetite. The headwaiter bent and talked to him, and the waiter picked up the empty dish and with the napkin wiped Bosy’s mouth. I lit a cigar with the coffee and asked for the bill. I hate to look at restaurant bills and add them up, and the bill must really be outrageous before I make a fuss. But this one was. I called the waiter and said, “I’m afraid you gave me the wrong bill.” “No, no, monsieur, that is your bill.” I said, “But I only had the menu here – at one thousand two hundred francs – and who had the steak at five hundred, the string beans at one hundred and the consomme at eighty; and besides, you charge for two covers.”
“Ah, monsieur, the second – that is for your son’s lunch,” he said. I had to pay.
Ludwig Bemelmans. La Bonne Table.
Owners Phil and Sharon Cook, both in their 40s, mocked up the miniature plane for a Hallowe’en party, but Stanley enjoyed it so much that they can be seen trundling around the streets near their home in Leigh, Essex.
Mrs Cook said: ‘Stanley loves it. We decided to go for a Spitfire as a nod towards Remembrance Day. ‘He is content to sit in the cockpit and watch the world go by.’
The plane is made from an old holdall attached to a skateboard, while Stanley’s flying hat is fashioned from an old cuddly toy. Mr Cook said: ‘I reckon people think Stanley’s as barking as his owners.’
Snoopy has been known by fans as a time traveler in which his most famous alter-ego is as the World War I Flying Ace, often seen battling his arch-enemy, Manfred von Richthofen (the Red Baron). For this, he would climb to the top of his doghouse, don goggles and a scarf (trailing behind in the “wind”), and thus fly his Sopwith Camel (the type of plane flown by Arthur “Roy” Brown, who was credited with shooting down the Red Baron in World War I, and whose surname matches that of Snoopy’s owner) and travel all the way back to July 27, 1914 the day World War I began. The Red Baron, like other adult figures in Peanuts, was never drawn in a strip; his presence was indicated through the bullet holes that would riddle the doghouse in a dogfight, and Snoopy’s angry outbursts in German: (usually accompanied by fist-shaking and “Curse you Red Baron” while his “Sopwith Camel” doghouse plummets to earth trailing smoke). In I Want a Dog for Christmas, Charlie Brown Charlie Brown’s sister Sally Brown jumps on the doghouse and flies with Snoopy.
Snoopy and the Red Baron by the Royal Guardsmen
Buster Buster is the family’s pet dog who wears glasses because his insurance won’t pay for contacts.
I wrote and illustrated the book “A DAY WITH WILBUR ROBINSON” in 1990. In many ways “Robinsons” is my most personal and favorite book. It combines elements of my own childhood in Shreveport, the Science Fiction movies and cartoons I loved and T.V. shows like “Leave it to Beaver”, “Lost in Space” and the matter of fact absurdity of “Green Acres”.
From William Joyce.com