Saturday, January 22, 2005

Frozen Appetite

In one of life's ironies, Spot and Buddy get along fine in the snow, while the artist who draws them is less well suited.

I like falling snow under a handful of circumstances -- Christmas Eve, Christmas Day, Christmas movies -- but as a paunched 44 going on 45, the forecaster's breathless news that we'll see 20-30 inches of snow by Sunday's end doesn't cheer me.

On a side note: Mary just dropped several ice cubes on the kitchen floor (detouring from a glass of soda) and our dog, Cuddles, snatched them up with insane glee. Once again I contemplate my old fantasy of reducing the food bill by feeding Cuddles frozen water. But an improvement on that vision suggests itself: could Cuddles be trained to find snow just as savory? And is her appetite large enough to encompass the driveway? Or at least the front steps.

Thursday, January 20, 2005

Music Of The Night

I used to live with a small pond in the yard, and during the spring the sound of singing frogs was like a broken down bus of xylophone players, passing the time with a million whacks. Which is why I sympathize with this story.

Sunday, January 16, 2005

Spot's Pond Grows A Little Larger

Along with several other strips, Spot begins in the Winston-Salem Journal. If you find that agreeable, be sure to drop them a line @