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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.

When you are away your pets play - dog, cat, pet cartoons jokes humor fiction children's literature author bobby elhans

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.

adventures of the whistling woods - a book by bobby elhans - zoe the injured labrador pup finds fish.

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.

adventures of the whistling woods - a book by bobby elhans - zoe the injured labrador pup is rescued by Ben, the man in the ladies' hat.

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.

Cartoon pets (dogs and cats) - Dogs have feelings too - what would dogs do if they were human!

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 – Becoming Anon (Part I)

<<<Chapter 3: The Nameless Boy and the Cave that Wasn’t (Part II)<<<

When the boy left the cave, the sky was already starting to darken. This meant that in a little more than an hour, it would be pitch black in the woods. He looked up. The clouds gray and heavy were racing across the northern sky and then slowing down in the center. He knew it was going to rain again.

The boy quickened his pace.

He was wearing high-ankle leather boots that were a few sizes larger, an overcoat that fell down to his ankles, and a hat that had covered half his face. The hat was old and torn, and around the rim were many holes. If one looked closer, they could see that the overcoat and the boots were no better off, but in the last seven years nobody had ever come into the woods so what he wore really didn’t matter. He had outgrown his clothes long ago. His father’s clothes big, but they were comfortable.

He took the gravelly path that went around the hill of his cave. Only he knew about the existence of the path – others would have seen nothing but the undergrowth and the bushes that camouflaged it. The path took him halfway around the hill to the grove of the apple trees. His hill was one of the many that surrounded the mountain that he thought of as the Big Mountain. The grove of the apple trees was in the valley between by his hill and the big mountain.

He was sure he would find some apples there. They would keep him going until morning. All he wanted to do now was collect the apples and run back to his cave, so that he could spend the whole night in the secret room that he had discovered this morning.

He decided to take a shortcut and veered right. The shortcut was his way of sliding down the side of the hill to the grove. The hillside wasn’t smooth and grassy, so his first shortcut had left him with a pair of seat-less trousers.

After that terrible failure, he had invented the Wruff, which was a plank of wood with a handle in front. All he had to do was hang on to the handle tight. He got on it and as the Wruff flew down the hillside, he let out a happy yell…wheeeeee. It took him half a minute to reach the grove.

The grove looked exactly as he had imagined it. The storm they had last night had shook the apples off the branches.

Chapter 4 Part 1 - The nameless boy - apple grove - dog rescue - pet stories, dog stories, superheroes etc.

Several apples were lying in the grass, and many looked good to eat. He picked them up, checked them, sniffed them, and after tossing five of them away, he selected three. He deposited them into the pocket of his overcoat and prepared to leave.

Just then, the air around him filled with a strange sound. He had never heard that kind of sound before. It sounded a little like a wolf howling, but he knew for sure that this wasn’t really a wolf.

The sound was soaked in loneliness. It was a plea for help.

——— ¤¤¤ ———

Part II reveals our hero. Shhhh…! (A secret: If you love dogs…you are going to love Chapter 4 – Part II)

 
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Posted by on May 12, 2014 in Chapters, Super-heroes

 

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Stop and Smell the Roses – but be careful of the thorns! Beware of Habits that Kill.

(Note: Chapter 4 – Part I is coming up tomorrow. If you haven’t read the first three chapters, please find them in the sidebar.)

(Note2: This post is for the young reader.)

I am not posting Chapter 4 today, because I want to stop and smell the proverbial roses. You know that in my situation, I can’t smell the real ones – but of course, in the inspiring saying “Stop and Smell the Roses”, the roses are symbolic of stuff that’s nice. What it means is: Slow down! Don’t run so fast that all the beauty around you blurs away. 

And yet, when you stop to smell the roses, be aware that the most beautiful roses come with thorns. Sometimes the things that beckon at you and beseech you to step closer are pretty thorny when you get up close to them.

There’s stuff such as:

  • smoking
  • drinking alcohol
  • doing drugs
  • binging

All these are like those beautiful roses that pull us into a comfort-zone, making us feel high, fooling us into believing that we are just taking out time to stop and smell the roses by doing stuff that those other miserable people around us never do – we forget that all these roses come with poisonous thorns. This poison slowly but surely spreads into us,habituating and paralyzing us both physically and mentally.

So when you stop to smell the roses, stay at a safe distance. Find out if the roses that look so pretty, hide a slow-acting poison. If so, step back. You are better off NOT smelling the roses.

And remember that heroes don’t smoke, drink, binge, or do drugs.

I’ll let this pup do the talking.

Cartoons of Pups and Dogs - inspirational - Stop and Smell the roses - by Bobby Elhans

If you are wondering whether Cubby ever got out of that hole in the ground, return to read Chapter 4. It’s coming up tomorrow.

 

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