Posts Tagged ‘It’s A Wonderful Woof’

Proust and Chet


December 29th, 2021 Posted 8:14 am

Yesterday we posted this observation from a recent Amazon reviewer of It’s A Wonderful Woof:

“Maybe I’m nuts, but does Chet have a Marcel Proust moment in Chapter One? Not bad for a K-9 school washout.”

The reviewer is not nuts:

Proust (from Remembrance of Things Past): And once I had recognized the taste of the crumb of madeleine soaked in her decoction of lime-flowers which my aunt used to give me (although I did not yet know and must long postpone the discovery of why this memory made me so happy) immediately the old grey house upon the street, where her room was, rose up like the scenery of a theatre to attach itself to the little pavilion, opening on to the garden, which had been built out behind it for my parents (the isolated panel which until that moment had been all that I could see); and with the house the town, from morning to night and in all weathers, the Square where I was sent before luncheon, the streets along which I used to run errands, the country roads we took when it was fine. And just as the Japanese amuse themselves by filling a porcelain bowl with water and steeping in it little crumbs of paper which until then are without character or form, but, the moment they become wet, stretch themselves and bend, take on colour and distinctive shape, become flowers or houses or people, permanent and recognisable, so in that moment all the flowers in our garden and in M. Swann’s park, and the water-lilies on the Vivonne and the good folk of the village and their little dwellings and the parish church and the whole of Combray and of its surroundings, taking their proper shapes and growing solid, sprang into being, town and gardens alike, all from my cup of tea.

Chet (from It’s A Wonderful Woof): Grabbing perps by the pant leg is how we close our cases, me doing the grabbing and Bernie standing by with the cuffs. I checked out Mama’s pants and wouldn’t you know? They were the exact same pants she’d been wearing that day, red leather with golden leather fringes! I remembered the taste of those golden fringes so well! Have you ever noticed how the taste of something – or even the memory of the taste – makes long-ago happenings suddenly pop up in your mind like they were just yesterday? It all came back to me: Mama lighting the fuse, the door blowing off the safe, Mama reaching inside with a lovely look on her face, so excited and alive, which was when we showed up.


Proust and Us


December 28th, 2021 Posted 7:52 am

A recent Amazon reviewer writes of It’s A Wonderful Woof:

“Maybe I’m nuts, but does Chet have a Marcel Proust moment in Chapter One? Not bad for a K-9 school washout.”

Is the reviewer right re Proust and Chet?


Party Time


December 27th, 2021 Posted 7:55 am

Back at our party, Bernie gave Charlie what he wanted for Christmas, namely a driving lesson. Since we had no car at the moment, Bernie borrowed a golf cart from one of the neighbors and taught Charlie out on the street, all blocked off by that time, thanks to some PD buddies. Charlie couldn’t steer and reach the pedals at the same time so Bernie got down on the floor and did the pedal part with his hands.

“Faster, Charlie!” Esmé screamed. Did I mention she was in the shotgun seat while I had to manage on the rear-facing seat in back? “Pedal to the metal, Bernie! Pedal to the metal!” We careened up and down Mesquite Road. I barked my head off.


Thank You!


December 23rd, 2021 Posted 7:59 am

To all the people who come here to the blog. It means a lot! And also thanks to those who sent Christmas cards. And Merry Christmas to one and all.

I’m hoping to track down the Alastair Sim version of A Christmas Carol over the weekend. I try to watch it every year. The Albert Finney version isn’t bad either. Dickens kind of invented or reinvented (or sentimentalized) the spirit of Christmas. We take a swing at the subject in:


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