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Dog-mom, do you know what your pup does when you are away?

I’ve been away for a rather long time…but I’ll write about it later. The last two months have been rather difficult, but it’s good to be back 🙂

Here’s what your pet does when you are away. (Ladies, please don’t get emotional.)

Reading your diary - when you are away keyhole cartoons by bobby elhans.

More later. It’s dinner time, and in this new facility you get twenty minutes to down your food; if you fail you can forget about eating anything until the next morning. More about that in my next post.

I must go now.

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When You Are Away – The Furry and the Furious (The Poodle’s Faux Pas!)

Had been busy introspecting. Imagine a writer getting pet-portraiture requests! I know I did something odd – something that people don’t do…but it opened the flood-gates. I fell in love with the pictures of a couple of pups and sketched them – every once in a while I do it. Sketch pups. But I can’t do it all the time, especially for free. I mean, I am no Bill Gates! Heck, I don’t even earn the minimum wages, I don’t have a medical insurance, and I need to really work hard go put food on the table. So…an offer to sketch for a fee would be acceptable, even appreciated, but I can’t do it for free.

Anyway, the point is that I am left with two options:

1. Stop sketching and sharing the sketches.
2. Develop a thick hide and refuse the sketch-for-free offers.

Still weighing.

Meanwhile, here’s a “When you are Away” cartoon for you. If you have a lady dog, especially a poodle, you would know what she means.

When you are Away…Pet (Dog, Cat) cartoons by Bobby Elhans - The Poodle's fashion sense.

I’ll be posting Chapter 6 soon…when I resurface for another big gulp of air!

 

 

 

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When You Are Away, The Dogs Play! – Introducing Through-the-Keyhole Pet Cartoons!

I’ve recently come to the conclusion that our pets are so smart that they make us think that we are smarter than them. There’s a lot of stuff that they don’t do in front of us, and then we come back from wherever the heck we had gone and where (in their opinion) we shouldn’t have gone – we see stuff that astonishes us. We then talk to other confused humans and try to figure out, how on earth did our innocuous little pup accomplish it all in that little window of time?!!!

To put all our wild conjecturing to rest, I talked to my dog, and under her expert remote supervision on Skype, I’ve put together an array of cartoons that leave little to imagination.

Here’s the first in the series. I did some experimentation with the keyhole frame – the ornamentation is to prove that dogs are royalty.

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Aha! I finally get the whole bed to sleep in…

 

I’d also like to introduce two new furry friends here.

More “When You Are Away” Cartoons coming soon.

 

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Chapter 5: Zoe, Ben, and the Furry Lady of the Righteous Path.

<<<Chapter 4: From the Apple Grove to the Knoll – Becoming Anon and Rescuing Cubby the Terrier Pup (Part II)<<<

When the rain had stopped, Zoe had pulled herself out of the tree-hollow and checked out the place. A few noses-full of the air had told her that there was a water-body nearby. The air smelled of fish, and fish meant water. This place was hundreds of miles away from the sea, and so it had to be fresh water.

Zoe’s mouth began to water. She was famished.

She sniffed again.

The air that carried the smell was blowing southward, which meant that the water-body was up north.

The anticipation of food made her forget her injuries and prompted her to run, but as her muscles tensed, the pain flared up once again. She yelped and turned to check her bruised leg. It was her left hind and it looked a little crooked. She licked it, hoping that the licking would reduce the inflammation and bring the pain down.

Her thoughts returned to the family. Unbidden thoughts came swarming into her mind.

Did they miss her?

Nobody talked to her; nobody gave her treats; nobody cuddled up with her, except little Johnny, but whenever his mom saw him with Zoe, she dragged him away.

She shook her head and tried to drive away those dark memories, but there weren’t any brighter ones to take their place, so they kept slipping back in place.

Splash!

A sound of something falling into water broke the eerie silence of the place.

The water-body was close. Very close!

This motivated her.

She stood up again, careful of not putting her weight on her left hind, instead redistributing it on the other three. Slowly, she followed the scent. The ground was uneven and every step that she took sent waves of pain through her broken leg, but she persevered. She went around the huge rock that the hollow tree had fallen against. The undergrowth here was rather high. There were shrubs that left you bristling if you brushed past them and there were trees of all kinds, but most of them were pines. The ground was covered with dried-up pine needles.

Zoe carefully found her way through the jungle, wincing with every step, but continuing nevertheless.

In about an hour, she collapsed at the side of the creek. As she sat there and took it all in, she realized that right where she was, a group of boulders had formed a tiny pool.

She dragged herself closer and peered in.

There was fish in the water.

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She managed to catch three after seven misses. Terrible performance. But after she had caught one and devoured it with a hunger that she had sustained for almost forty hours, it became easier; and yet, every time she leaped into the water to catch one, the pain that shot through her leg made her yelp.

The pain was bad, but the yelp was good, because it brought her to Ben’s attention.

Ben, who was tying up his catch fifty yards upstream of where Zoe sat, heard Zoe scream.

This was the first time in four years that he had come this far and in all the times that he had been in this place, this was the first time that he had heard a dog. The Whistling Woods, as the outsiders called this forest, were intimidating and forbidding, and nobody ever came in this far. Yet, today, the rain had played havoc and it was impossible to fish in the swirly muddy waters downstream. So he had climbed up to reached this place in search of relatively still water.

When he heard Zoe, he was preparing to leave. But now he couldn’t. Not without checking upon the pup.

So he walked along the western bank of the creek, crossing the ruins of the stone-bridge on his way. It was odd that there used to be a bridge in the middle of these woods. Possibly someone lived here once, he thought absently.

There it was. A yellow Labrador pup!

“Yooohoo!” He called out and waved at Zoe.

Zoe looked up and saw a bearded man waving at her. He wore a hat. She squinted. The hat looked like a woman’s hat. That’s strange, she thought. Here experience told her that humans were generally finicky about what they called fashion, and a man wearing a woman’s hat was definitely being unfashionable.

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But it didn’t matter. Right now she just wanted to be rescued, and she couldn’t care less if her rescuer was wearing a dress instead of that grayed out overcoat. The man had a ragged backpack throne on his back and a reeled-in fishing rod in one of his hands that were covered in tattered leather gloves.

She sniffed the air.

The man wasn’t a threat. He was friendly.

All this processing took Zoe less than a second, and she wagged her tail. The delay was imperceptible to Ben. He had no idea that the pup had already analyzed and categorized him. The wagging tail, he knew, was a friendly gesture. Ben had never owned a dog. He was not that kind of a man. He hadn’t married, had no kids, and for the entire world, he was a good-for-nothing bum on the streets.

Today, for no logical reason, he found himself drawn towards the pup.

He stepped over the stone and held out a hand. Hold your hand out, palm up, he had read somewhere. Dogs felt threatened when a stranger approached them and held out a hand palm down.

Zoe looking into his eyes, and held up a paw.

Ben took her paw into his hand, little realizing that his action had forged a bond of friendship between them. He didn’t know it yet, but their souls had connected.

In the forest that people knew as the Whistling Woods, nothing curious had happened in seven long years – then in a single day, two pairs of lives crossed paths and two friendships were formed.

The Furry Lady of the Righteous Path had brought them together.

As Ben bent down to pick Zoe up, she smiled upon them through the canopies of the trees that whistled and sang to celebrate the moment.

——— ¤¤¤ ———

Just outside the Whistling Woods, forces dark and evil were gathering momentum, and the Furry Lady of the Righteous Path knew that she had to hurry.

 

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From the Hideout: Dogs, Puppies, Writers, and the Mantra for World Peace.

Yes, yes. I am still here, and I am still pondering over matters that I never spent a measly thought on, when I was out there. My sudden transformation into a global thinker could be attributed to the silence of this underground cell. Out there, the noise levels were deafening. Noise of every imaginable kind kept me away from any kind of serious thinking. Now, because I “can” actually think and analyze, I have been able to identify at least three different types of noises that drowned my genius.

  1. The noise of societal expectations from everyone around me.
  2. The noise of useless information being plied to me by the media.
  3. The noise made by those days, hours, and minutes that I ignored, because I never valued them enough.

So, if I shift my vantage point – my captivity is, in fact, the most liberating experience that I’ve ever had. I know that this won’t last, and that one of my readers will eventually find the location of this underground bunker and  I will be back in the noisy world. Until the day arrives, I intend to make the best of the situation.

So, here’s another tangible output of my thought-process.

Dogs and pups show us the way to world peace.

If we stopped hurting others, we could all co-exist peacefully. When we laugh at other people’s miseries, when we make fun of their shortcomings, we injure egos. The wounds of those who have strong emotional immunity, heal quickly; but those who are more emotional or who are extremely sensitive, their wounds fester. These emotional wounds bring about incidents that result in loss of life and property.

I’ll let the dogs talk:

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This week has been rather good to me from the viewpoint of making friends. Among the many wonderful friends that I have found through Twitter and WordPress, here are 7:

  1. Lulu loves films, and if you do to – check out here cool posts on movies at: lululovesfilms.wordpress.com
  2. Then you have the Table Top Reader who write Micro-stories and poetry at: masterswami.wordpress.com

I had no idea that Tweeting could be such fun. It’s all about finding your kind of people. Two of my kind of people are dogs and writers. So here’s to them, in the right order, which obviously puts dogs first.

The Pups:

  1. @RumpyDog (Yes. Found him on Twitter – quite serendipitously, in fact.)
  2. @Happy_Pit (A truly happy Pit.)
  3. @steelergirltp43 (Alana is actually a human but she tweets the coolest pictures of the coolest dogs with the coolest captions!)

And now the writers:

  1. @Greymuir (Grey Muir – The mystery/fantasy writer)
  2. @jameswriter (James Paddock – The mystery/thriller writer)
  3. @vvbernard (Vanessa B. Bernard – YA writer/Illustrator)

Chapter 5 is coming up soon. You will find the answer to the question that you asked at the end of Chapter 1 –  What happens to Zoe?

 
 

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From the Hideout: Dogs have Feelings too – So choose your words carefully!

I’ve been stuck here for about two weeks now. It’s been like I’ve been living the longest Alaskan night in Deadhorse, Alaska! I bet I am not going to be out of here in 54 nightly days…it might be a lot longer than that.

I had read somewhere that an empty mind is the devil’s workshop. Well, the devil has been working all the Alaskan night long, and producing content that doesn’t fit into any genre…nor does it fit into my head!

But let’s push the devilish thoughts aside and talk about feelings.

We always find people whining about how others hurt their feelings. Some people, young and old alike, think that everyone else needs to be careful with their words; everyone except they themselves. Then we also have people, more often the young ones, who think that elders need to give them space; but that the elders don’t need any space for themselves. You know the kind, don’t you?

And yet, not everyone complains. They too have feelings, they too feel hurt, but they don’t snap at us (thankfully,) they don’t get teary-eyed, they don’t throw stuff around, they don’t huff and puff and walk out of the door – they just let us be nasty.

If you have a dog or a cat, you know what I am talking about. You can recall, the way I can, those incidents when you did stuff that was totally uncalled for…and then later, without asking for any explanation, your furry friend was by your side again – not demanding apologies, not showing you the emotional bruises left behind by your rough treatment.

Here’s what would happen if your dog was human.

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We are lucky that they are dogs…and cats…and ever so forgiving 🙂

 

If you’ve got a pet, there’s a good chance that you love him or her; even then, there are occasions when they exasperate you, and you shout at them. Reign your emotions in. They can’t fight you back – not on account of their hurt feelings.

Now go, hug your pet.

Additional Note: No. They aren’t “it.” Not for me. Not for most pet-owners and animal-lovers. The Grammarians must call it quits on this matter.

 

 
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Posted by on May 17, 2014 in Pet Humor, Pup and Dog Cartoons

 

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Chapter 4: From the Apple Grove to the Knoll – Rescuing Cubby the Terrier Pup (Part II)

<<<Chapter 4: From the Apple Grove to the Knoll – Becoming Anon (Part I)<<<

Continued…

He ran through the apple grove and came out in a small clearing that had a knoll in the middle. Trees surrounded the knoll, but the only vegetation upon it was a few shrubs, some wild-plants, and thick grass. The sound of howling continued to fill the clearing. It was louder now, and it certainly came from the knoll.

The boy ran up the shallow slope of the knoll. Even though his shoes were uncomfortably huge, he was nimble on his feet. When he reached the top of the knoll, the ground ahead of him opened into a deep hole. Anyone else would’ve fallen in, but he understood the woods and had learned to expect the unexpected, so he stopped a few steps short of it.

He fell to his knees and crawled ahead cautiously, testing the ground with one of his hands before moving forward. He knew something about these holes. The edges were crumbling all the time, and it was best to approach a hole cautiously, so just before peering down into it, he lowered himself down and spread-eagled himself on the ground, digging his toes into the dirt. When he felt secure, he pulled himself a little over the edge and looked down.

There was indeed a creature down there. The kind he had never seen before. It looked more like a piece of rag with its dirty threads hanging matted and loose. Yet, because it was the thing that was producing the howling sound, he was sure that it was actually a creature.

“Shhhh,” he made a sound – the kind he whenever he hurt himself; it always soothed him, so perhaps it would soothe this creature too.

He was right. The tiny dirty bundle of fur stopped wailing almost immediately.

The next thing that happened was certainly very odd. It had never happened to the boy before! He heard a voice penetrate his mind and speak to him.

“Hey, I am Cubby,” said the voice, “please help. Take me out of here.”

What was odder still was that the boy understood the meaning of what he heard. Seven years of silence could make anyone believe that he was deaf and dumb.

But what the boy didn’t know was that he wasn’t supposed to hear and understand Cubby, because Cubby was a pup, and pups and humans don’t usually hold conversations.

“Hey, boy! Are you going to help me or not?” He heard the creature again.

Sure, but I need to think of a way to get you out, the boy thought.

The oddest of all things hadn’t happened yet, which was that the creature heard his thought and barked back.

“OK boy, don’t take too long. These quarters are awfully cramped, even for a tiny pup!”

The boy heard it – but he wasn’t shocked by it. He came across a new oddity every few days. So what if he had never spoken to any animal in the past – there was always a first time. Later, after he had saved it, he would also find out what kind of creature a “pup” was.

Right now, he had a problem to solve. If only he could build a sort of bucket, which he could hang in the hole, the creature could climb into the bucket and he would pull it out.

What can I use to make a bucket? He thought.

“Are you dense? Use your hat!” the pup barked back.

So the creature can actually hear my thoughts, another thought unwittingly popped up in the boy’s mind.

“Sure I can. Now can we cap the small talk and get me out of here,” said the pup in a voice that sounded gruff and more in command now. Cubby was back in his element.

The boy removed his hat and inspected its rim. It was already full of holes. He could actually use a couple of creepers, twist them into a rope and run the rope through the holes to make a sling and save this poor creature.

The boy acted on his plan, and in a few minutes Cubby was out of the hole.

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After the cold and wet dirt at the base of the hole, Cubby found the hat soft and warm, so he didn’t hurry out. Instead, he held out a paw.

“Thank you Mister, you saved my life.” he said, and then introduced himself to his savior in a low dignified bark trying to imitate the older dogs that he had met prior to zooming down the hole.

“I’m Cubby. I am a three-month old terrier who has lost its family,” he said.

For a moment the boy wondered about the words “terrier” and “family,” then he took the offered paw in his hand and thought, Cubby, I live here. It’s getting dark now, and it’s best I leave. So please get out of the hat.

Cubby gave him the soulful look that only a pup can muster, but he didn’t leave the hat.

He had nowhere to go.

So the boy carefully took him out of the hat and sat him down on the ground. Then he picked his hat, removed the creepers from the hole and put the hat on his head.

Cubby still sat there.

Why don’t you go somewhere? He looked at the pup and thought.

“Where?” whined the pup, his voice soft – the kind that melts people’s hearts!

The boy had no answer.

The pup barked again, softly. The boy was odd. He’d have to change his tactic.

“What’s your name, boy?”

Name? What is a name? The boy thought.

“A name is a way to identify you, to call you. For example, my name is Cubby, so when someone says Cubby, I know they are talking to me,” said the pup, slightly puzzled because he had never met anyone without a name.

I don’t have one, the boy mused, an old musty feeling of sadness creeping upon him.

“No name? I see,” said the pup wondering whether he indeed saw anything, but he wanted to keep the conversation going, so he continued, “Someone who keeps his name secret is called Anonymous. How about this – lest us give you a name! Let us call you Anon.”

And who is going to call me Anon? I live alone, thought the boy.

“I will, if you take me along,” the pup looked into his eyes and made a promise of forever friendship and loyalty – the promise that had been made between a human and his dog for centuries, and which had stood all tests of time.

The boy didn’t know about promises and stuff, but when he heard the pup and looked into those innocent eyes, his heart melted. He smiled and picked up the dirty little rag doll and put him into the pocket of his oversized overcoat. A feeling of soft warmth spread through the boy’s body, as the pup laid his chin over the boy’s sleeve.

For the first time in his little life the pup had imprinted upon someone, and his canine senses told him that now he would forever be Anon’s dog.

For the first time since he could remember, the boy had talked to someone – and although he didn’t know anything about pups and dogs and their loyalty towards their human companions, he knew that he had found a forever friend!

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That evening when the boy returned to the cave, he was no longer lonely or nameless – he had Cubby and he had a name.

When he moved the creepers aside, entered his cave, and threw the switch on, he remembered – he now had a purpose too. He was going to uncover every secret that lay buried in the room that he had discovered in the morning!

Anon had no idea that a saga of never-heard-or-seen-before adventures was about to begin.

Outside the cave, it had started to rain again.

Twenty miles southeast of the cave, Zoe was still alone.

 

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