As a kid, I always had Phyllis Diller and Lady Elaine Fairchilde confused in my head. I know one is a outrageous stand up comedian and actress, the other a puppet living in The Neighborhood of Make-Believe, but they looked so much alike. I'm not quite sure I really thought of how that would have worked, but I was convinced they were the same person. Needless to say the both scared, and fascinated me.
So I would like to thank Phyllis Diller for the hours of fear tinged laughter that she provided for me. She was one of a kind, and I must admit, that I'm going to miss the hell out of her.
By the way, one of my favorite Phyllis Diller moments can be found by watching this video.
Horror is one of those genres that I really enjoy but for whatever reason I don't seek out when I'm picking new books to read. Over the last few years of blogging I think I've only reviewed about twenty books that would be in some way classified in the genre. When it comes to movies though, I would say about half of what I watch are horror movies, the reviews I've done seem to back that up. I really do need to start doing the movie reviews again, but that's beside the point. My point is that as much as I love horror, I don't follow that many horror blogs. I find most of them to be way over the top and almost depressing to even look at. One of the few bloggers I do follow, actually the first horror blog I followed, is Gef at Wag the Fox. You can tell Gef really enjoys what he reviews. He is a horror fan and proud of it. What I love about his blog is that he still has a sense of humor about the whole thing and it comes across. He takes what he does seriously, but still has fun with it. It's a trait that many of us could benefit from. So even if horror is not your usual cup of tea, he does review other genres as well, please go by and say hi. I think you will all enjoy his blog as much as I do.
When I sat down to write about one of my favorite fictional characters, the first name that popped into my head was McCoy. Out of all the characters from Star Trek, Bones is the most memorable by far. Now, I enjoyed the J.J. Abrams reboot from a couple years back with Karl Urban cast as McCoy, but there's only one man I picture when I think of the ship's doctor--and that's DeForrest Kelley.
While Captain Kirk had the swashbuckling air about him reminiscent of the Errol Flynn style of characters, and Spock had the robotic detachment you might expect from an alien in a sci-fi film, Doctor McCoy felt like a character that had stepped right out of a western. And as a boy who enjoyed watching westerns on the weekends with my Dad, Bones stood out from the pack. He was empathetic, but he didn't suffer a lot of bull from his patients, and he had no qualms with cracking down on Kirk whenever the captain of the Enterprise wanted to tear off half-cocked into a battle after having his ass handed to him. Bones also had a bit of complexity, with his aversion to certain technologies like the transporters, though he did rely on his tri-quarter pretty much all the time when he needed to diagnose a patient.
Bones was a bit of a racist prick, too. At least when it came to Vulcans. Or maybe Spock just knew how to push his buttons. That green-blooded goon could be a bit of a prick when he wanted to be. In fact, some of the best scenes from the show involved Bones and Spock arguing with one another over some dilemma or philosophical question. Sure, Spock tended to when those with logic and facts, but Bones appeal for humanity, instinct, and good old-fashioned gut feelings held a lot of sway.
Aside from steely glares and acting as Kirk's conscience half the time, Bones could sling catchphrases with the best of them, too.
"Dammit, Jim. I'm a doctor, not a bricklayer!"
or how about: "He's dead, Jim."
The guy was a one-man drinking game.
I haven't watched an episode of Star Trek: The Original Series in years, but there are certain scenes and moments from the show that apparently hardwired into my brain now, because I can envision them with no effort at all, like the episode where Bones had to re-implant Spock's brain after it was stolen--yes, stolen. The show is one of my earliest TV memories, as the reruns ran every Saturday when I was a kid, and I never tired of them. And one big reason for cherishing the show so much is because of DeForrest Kelley as Bones.
Have I ever told you guys how much I adore Oregon and just about anything that comes from there, especially filberts. I used to live in that wonderful state as a kid, though only for a few short years, but it reminded me so much of where I'm from in Minnesota, that I felt as if I was home still. I think that's part of the reason why I like Rhonda from My Life In Not So Many Words... so much. For those of you who don't know her, Rhonda is a fabulous book blogger from the Pacific Northwest. I don't remember who found who first, but I do know that I love talking with her on twitter or visiting her blog to find out what she's been reading. I even love hearing her camping stories and seeing the pictures, though I do get just a bit jealous of all the fun. So please go by her blog and say hello. I know that if you do, you will find a new blogging friend to hang out with.
When Ryan asked me to do a guest Favorite Fictional Characterpost, I jumped at the chance and I knew right away who I wanted to do one on. It’s on a character from one of my favorite TV shows, Criminal Minds.
The actor is Matthew Gray Gubler and he plays Dr. Spencer Reid.
He’s is a FBI behavioral analyst that is so smart that you want to throttle him at times but can’t because he’s right and too dang adorable to throttle. He literally knows everything and has no problem telling you as much. It’s amazing the brain they gave this character. I got to say, Matthew is genius in the way he pulls the character off. He plays the character so well in fact, that I sometimes wonder if the actor and character personalities are similar in nature.
I think the most favorite aspect of this character is how the group will be talking about one thing or another and he’ll just pipe up with some off the wall random fact regarding whatever subject they’re currently discussing. You’re never quite sure what you’ll hear when he starts to talk but you can be sure you won’t understand half of it, heh. I’ll post a couple of examples of his quips.
Here’s a quote from one of the shows that us bookies will know from Season 5 Episode 7:
JENNIFER "JJ" JAREAU
What was the password?
GARCIA
Cullen.
JENNIFER "JJ" JAREAU
Ah, of course. Thanks Garcia.
DR. SPENCER REID
Who's Cullen?
JENNIFER "JJ" JAREAU
The family from the Twilight books.
DR. SPENCER REID
What's Twilight?
Another example from Season 1 Episode 10:
DR. SPENCER REID
Melted wax?
JENNIFER "JJ" JAREAU
Candle wax?
DR. SPENCER REID
Candles are used in rituals.
JASON GIDEON
They're also used on birthday cakes.
DR. SPENCER REID
Actually, they were originally used to protect the birthday celebrant
from demons for the coming year. As a matter of fact, down to the
fourth century, Christianity rejected the birthday celebration as a
Pagan ritual.
SHERIFF BRIDGES
What kind of a doctor are you?
It’s the quirky little quips like the ones in the quotes I posted that he does and the ways he portrays them that having me adoring this character. He’s that geeky, dorky guy you just can’t help but love and secretly wish you knew even a fraction of what he does and at the same time thank God you don’t, heh.
I leave you with a YouTube video of funny moments:
One of the most pleasant aspects of the book blogging world is the sense of community and how quickly another blogger can feel like an old friend. You may never talk about the latest love of your life or how much you just paid for that new pair of jeans, but you share something more than that, a love of books and everything that entails. Lydia of The Lost Entwife is one of the bloggers for me. She is one of those reviewers to whom I look to before I buy a new book. If I see a book at the store I'm not familiar with, I go to her blog to see if she has read it. If she has, and did not like it, I will probably not buy it. I trust her taste and her ability to put her reaction down in words, in such a way as to make me understand what my own reaction to it would be. She is a gifted blogger, writer, and she is someone I hope to have around for many years to come. Bloggers like Lydia, make the all the work worth it. So go on by her blog, say hi, and I know you will be sticking around for a long, long time.
Hi folks! My name is Lydia, and I blog over at The Lost Entwife, and about a year ago I discovered Ryan and his fantastic feature of Favorite Fictional Character and have loved reading each and every one of them. So I was honored when Ryan asked me to contribute a guest post - and then the next day freaked out as I tried to pick one, JUST one, character I could talk about. I mean - my latest favorite has definitively been Tyrion Lannister of Game of Thrones fame, but everyone loves that little dude, so I went to my bookshelves and looked and looked. But then I realized there really is just one answer.
One of the first books I remember getting from my Aunt for Christmas is Anne of Green Gables by L.M. Montgomery. I've read the book, and all its sequels, and watched the movies so many times that for every event, small or big, that happens in my life, I can give an Anne quote to bolster my spirits or get me settled back on solid ground. This is the book I give my nieces to read, it's the book that comforts me when it's raining outside and I feel as if the world is a dark and dismal place. Gilbert was my first crush and when I was younger, raspberry cordial sounded like it would be thething to drink.
Anne taught me what it was to be patient, to be kind. She is a character who struggles with her temper and with saying the wrong thing, but she also is able to swallow her pride and seek forgiveness for her brash actions. She struggles with her red hair (and boy could I relate to having things about me I didn't like), but ultimately comes to accept that hair and how much it sets her apart and makes her Anne-with-an-E.
Through Anne I experienced loss the first time when Walter Cuthbert passes away. I cried into my tissues, and still do to this day. I learned what it means to be a "bosom friend" to someone, how to love Tennyson and the spoken word in the form of poetry, and how important imagination is.
I'm going to finish this post with a few of my favorite quotes from the various Anne books, and I hope that if you haven't experienced the story of Anne's life that you seek it out and introduce yourself. Trust me, she's been a good friend to me all these years and I'm sure she will be the same to you.
“We should regret our mistakes and learn from them, but never carry them forward into the future with us.”
“Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one’s life with pomp and blare, like a gay knight riding down; perhaps it crept to one’s side like an old friend through quiet ways; perhaps it revealed itself in seeming prose, until some sudden shaft of illumination flung athwart its pages betrayed the rhythm and the music; perhaps . . . perhaps . . . love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath.”
“I believe the nicest and sweetest days are not those on which anything very splendid or wonderful or exciting happens, but just those that bring simple little pleasures, following one another softly, like pearls slipping off a string.”
“Dear old world', she murmured, 'you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you.”
Today's guest blogger is one of the first bloggers I met, and one of the kindest. Beth from Beth's Book Reviews is one of the gems of the book blogging universe. And I'm just not saying that because she sends along quite a few of her read mysteries my way after she is done with them. She has sent along a few Rinehart books that I haven't read yet, and I appreciate that more than I could ever say. It's more than that though, she seems to be everywhere I look. She always seems to have a kind word or a helpful answer to any question. She was one of the examples I looked to when I first started my blog, an example I wanted to emulate. So I hope if you don't know her, that you stop on by her blog and say hi.
When Ryan asked me to write a Favorite Fictional Character guest post my mind immediately went into overdrive. Who did I love more? Should it be Paddington Bear? Mole from The Wind in the Willows? Rose from Doctor Who? The possibilities were endless. I finally settled on one of my favorite characters from one of my favorite television shows - Miss Parker from The Pretender.
Why not Jarod, you ask? Well, despite his sheer hotness, Jarod is just a bit bland for me.
In the age of the 90s Ally McBeal micro mini Miss Parker rocked her wardrobe with those fabulous legs (the actress was a former dancer) like Ally & Co. never could (well, except for Portia de Rossi and Dyan Cannon), but alas, I digress.
Miss Parker was the perfect blend of brains, beauty, and balls and men wanted to be with her and the women wanted to be her. She was fiercely loyal to her friends and at heart a genuinely good person doing the best with what she had.
She really developed as a character throughout the show's four short seasons. She started out as an uberbitch just trying to bring Jarod back so she could leave her job once and for all, to someone with true compassion beneath her gruff exterior. The rare moments of softness she displayed, beautifully shown in the season 2 finale when Angelo was regressing and could no longer play the piano, were a heartbreaking glimpse into her soul.
Thankfully we also got to experience her lighter side in the fabulous dream scenes from "Cold Dick". Sadly, there are no good clips of this on YouTube.
She also had some of the most wonderful lines in the series:
Sydney: How come you know so much about Greek lore?
Miss Parker: I did a lot of frat boys in college.
***
Miss Parker: (phone rings) What?
Jarod: Well, well, well, long time no see. And how's life treating you?
Miss Parker: Like he caught me in bed with his wife.
***
So, Miss Parker joined all those other great characters of shows whose lives were cut short yet remain beloved by devoted fans.
I'm feeling all nostalgic now and must go fire up my Apple TV for a Pretender marathon!
It's that time of year again, which amazes me by the way. I can't believe it's July all ready, I really have no clue where time goes to anymore. I don't think you guys want to hear my theories about age and time, so I will get to the manner at hand. Because work is just crazy busy during the months' of July and August and my creative juices and brain just don't function as well during those two months, I'm once again inviting 9 different bloggers to share some of their favorite fictional characters over the next two months. It's gives me a little breathing room and allows me to have some breathing room.
The blogger is who starting it off is one that I've come to really adore. Bev at My Reader's Block is one of those bloggers who always seems to have more pans going than I can ever keep track of. She hosts three different challenges, including The Vintage Mystery Reading Challenge, which I take part in. She participates in even more challenges and never fails to keep an engaging blog that keeps adding to my every growing wish list. I've discovered numerous vintage mysteries reviewed on her blog and keep being introduced to some interesting characters. She graciously accepted my invitation to discuss her favorite one, a character I know I'll be meeting for myself some day soon. So when you are doing reading, please go by and say hi.
I am so excited to be guest-posting for Ryan! I was very humbled to be asked to step in for him while he takes a little break from posting his Favorite Characters. I didn't have to think more than two seconds before I was ready to say yes and I didn't have think more than two more seconds before my character pick popped into my head. Not that I couldn't come up with a list longer than my arm of favorite characters....and that's just within my favorite genre: mysteries. But over and over again, when the subject of favorite or memorable characters come up The Honorable Miss Phryne Fisher--rich, beautiful and smart child of the Jazz Age--heads the list.
The Phryne mystery series is set in Australia between the World Wars. Phryne grew up as a poor relation in an aristocratic family. There were several men between her father's branch of the family and the title, but World War I, as it did with so many families, reduced the number of male heirs and soon conferred the title of Honorable and quite a bit of wealth upon Miss Fisher. After serving with a women's French ambulance unit in the Great War, she worked for a bit as an artist's model in Montparnasse. Upon returning to England, she found that British aristocratic life wasn't quite her cup of tea and when a chance to go to Melbourne and try her hand at unraveling a mystery comes along, she is ready to leave Britain behind and set up residence in Australia. She finds that she has a good nose for investigation and her experiences in the war have steeled her nerves for any altercations she might encounter. Thus, she launches herself as a private investigator.
Her first recorded investigation is brought to us in Cocaine Blues which hit bookshelves in 1989. In it, she sets off on that above-mentioned adventure to Melbourne and never looks back. Her initial foray into detective work finds her investigating poisoned wives, cocaine smuggling rings, corrupt cops and communism. That's just the mystery part and doesn't include her erotic encounters with the beautiful Russian dancer, Sasha de Lisse. The adventure comes to a steamy conclusion in the Turkish baths of Little Lonsdale Street. From there Phryne works her way through 17 more cases--picking up additions to her household along way. From Dot, who becomes her right-hand woman, to two girls, Jane and Ruth, who she winds up adopting, Phryne is continually rescuing people who have become entangled in upsetting circumstances. She excels at liberating the innocent victims of the ruthless.
I have mentioned before that I consider Phryne the grown-up's Nancy Drew. Like Nancy, she can keep up with the men and the boys and give as good as she gets. She has steel in her spine and a plethora of witty comebacks. She can handle a pistol and herself in a fight. She can stare down anyone fool enough to mess with her socially and can take on some rather hefty blokes and come out "with hardly a hair out of place." She drives a beautiful, fast car and can fly an airplane. She swims like a fish and can dance all night. And she runs circles around any criminal who comes her way while making time to make time with the most eligible of available bachelors. She sounds (and probably is) quite improbable, but Kerry Greenwood writes such entertaining stories and writes them so well that you don't even notice.
I wasn't born when The Andy Griffith show was first on the air, and I was way too young to appreciate it when it seemed to be on a channel at least once a day. I would watch it occasionally, but if I was going to watch an older show in reruns, this wouldn't have been my first pick. I preferred Perry Mason, The Green Hornet, The Lone Ranger, The Big Valley, or Gilligan's Island. It wasn't until I was much older that I was able to get into The Andy Griffith Show. As an adult, I found the show to be a wonderful example of what made TV great back in the day. It wasn't filled with sex scenes, explosions, or car chases. It was a simple show about a family and the town they lived in. It was a show full of wonderful actors who obviously enjoyed what they were doing.
But it was Matlock that made me fall in love with Andy Griffith. I've always been a huge mystery fan, even as a kid, so if a sleuthing show was on, I watched it. I always knew that if I was falsely accused of murder I would want Matlock as co counsel with Perry Mason, and Jessica Fletcher leading the investigation team. I can't begin to tell you how many hours of enjoyment Matlock and Andy Griffith brought me, but I can tell you that know that he has passed, those hours will be cherished even more.
This is two weeks of books since I didn't get a Mailbox Monday posted last week.
I received a trade paperback of Charlotte Markham and the House of Darkling by Michael Boccacino, an ARC of Miss Me When I'm Gone by Emily Arsenault, and a hardcover of The Twilight War by David Crist for upcoming TLC Book Tours.
I received a trade paperback of The Absolutist by John Boyne for an upcoming online Book Club.
I received a hardcover of Eat the City by Robin Shulman for review by the publisher, The Crown Publishing Group.
I only made one trip to Barnes & Noble during my staycation, and only bought two book while I was there. I picked up a paperback of For Heaven's Eyes Only by Simon R. Green. I'm not that big into western books, but one book I loved growing up was The Loneseome Gods by Louis L'Amour. I actually bought it again within the last 10 years, but don't know what happened to it. On a whim I picked up a new paperback of it.
I did manage to get to a used bookstore and found two paperbacks by Mary Roberts Rinehart I didn't have. I found Lost Ecstasy and Episode of the Wandering Knife.
I won a DVD of The Secret Garden from Sheila of Book Journey.
On a trip to Best Buy, I found season 1 of The Big Valley for only $15, so I had to get it.
There is a certain phenomena that I'm sure you are all award of, though you may not have thought about it. It's one of those rarities of life that make it all worth it. There are just certain characters that seem to be pop culture icons. They are characters you are familiar with, even if you have never read a book, watched a movie, seen a TV episode, or looked them up on line. They are characters that you can have no actual experience with, but you still know who they are. You will recognize them by sight and may even have a vague sense of their adventures. They are part of the culture, part of whom we are, even if we don't know them personally. Some are probably more famous than others, but either way, they are loved and cherished by millions. Curious George is one such character, a character that is beloved by everyone who knows him and will be loved by all those who have yet to tag along on his adventures.
I can't remember how old I was the first time I read the first Curious George book and met for myself one of the most interesting primates to ever grace a page. I quickly fell in love with the little guy as The Man with the Yellow Hat brought him out of the jungles of Africa and back to the big city to live in the zoo. I don't think poor George knew what was going on at first, but his good nature and open curiosity allowed him to settle in, well at first anyway.
It wasn't long though before George was escaping from the zoo and getting into all kinds of trouble. He gets into a restaurant, eats a pot of spaghetti, and made to do the dishes by the cook. He was so good at it, the cook brought him to a building and got him a job as a window washer. Now George being George, it didn't end there. While washing a window, George saw some men painting a wall. It looked like so much fun that George snuck in and painted the walls with a jungle theme. Well you can imagine the painters surprise when they come back and see the trees and leaves all over the walls. They chase George down a fire escape and the poor guy breaks his leg. When he comes to, he is recovering in a hospital, though things don't go that smoothly there either. But the day is saved when The Man with the Yellow Hat takes him home to live with him. Of course our hero has a movie made about his exploits and he gets to watch the movie for the first time with the cook, window washer, painters, and all his other friends.
George has had some other amazing adventures through the years. He even got a job as a newspaper boy, but turned the newspapers into paper boats. He joined an animal show as a bicycle riding monkey who played the bugle, and rescued a bear cub in a tree. He has been pulled through the air by a kite. He has even flown into space and wrecked a dinosaur exhibit. He got to do the things I wanted to do as a boy, and I was jealous of him for it. I learned to love living vicariously through him, and his adventures are still great fun to read when I'm feeling a bit out of sorts.
Growing up I was a huge fan of shows like The Twilight Zone, Tales From the Darkside, Freddy's Nightmares, and Alfred Hitchcock Presents. Thankfully back then, we got to grow up on reruns of shows that aired years before. I adored these shows because each week, they presented a story that was so out there, they couldn't be believed. Some were funny, but most were suspenseful to down right frightening. One of those shows that I absolutely adored was The Ray Bradbury Theater. This was one of those shows that had me hooked from the very start. It was written and hosted by the author, a man who even as a kid, I understood to be a genius.
Now as I was growing up, that show was my main reference point for the works of Ray Bradbury. I knew about Fahrenheit 451 or Dandelion Wine, but that wasn't the type of book I was reading back then. I actually didn't read Fahrenheit 451 until I was in college, and I can say it was one of those books that changed my life. It made me really look at what I value and what I was willing to do to protect those values when they come under attack. I'm still not sure what answers I can give you to those, hopefully I will never need to. I'm praying that such a world would never come to exist. But he got me to think about something outside of myself. It's a rare feat that I wish more authors were capable of producing. Well at least be able to entertain and make you think at the same time.
Ray Bradbury's genius will be missed and knowing that the worlds and characters that were still swimming in his head, are now lost forever. I just hope that those who he has inspired will keep him alive by reading his books, watching the TV shows he was involved with, and by allowing his work to inspire and cause a conversation.
It's not often that the world of TV looses two of it's cherished members, less than 24 hours apart. Hence the reason why I'm posting something about both of these individuals at the same time.
Kathryn Jootsen, 1939-2012, didn't start her acting career until she was 42. She was working as a psychiatric nurse when the acting bug bit her, she threw caution to the wind, and had a wonderfully successful career. Most of you will know her from her work on The West Wing, which as political as I am, I never watched. And the rest of you will know her from Desperate Housewives. In my mind though, she will always be Genevieve Holt. The twisted director of the Lowell Home For Children who tortured her young charges on Buffy: The Vampire Slayer. Kathryn Jootsen lost her battle to lung cancer, just 20 days after her character on Desperate Housewives lost the same battle.
Richard Dawson, 1932-2012, was an English comedian and actor who didn't come to fame until he starred in Hogan's Heroes, which had to be one of the oddest ideas for a sitcom, ever. It wasn't until I started watching game shows, especially Family Feud, that I really paid attention to Richard Dawson. Between his kissing all the female contestants and his ability to not get his ass kicked by the men, he was amazing. When I started watching reruns of Match Game as an adult, my admiration grew even more. Richard Dawson lost his battle with esophageal cancer.
I guess it's time to pull the next, and last, name out of the hat. I do it with just a bit of sadness since it means there will be tons of dogs that will not get their moment in the sun. I know I could keep those bits of paper until sometime next year, but that's just an awful mess to hold onto for that long. I'm actually impressed that I managed to do it for a month. I've had a lot of fun highlighting some of my favorite canine characters over the last month and I think, though it was through chance, that the dogs selected offer a good overview of man's best friend in the fictional world. With that being said, I would like to introduce Huckleberry Hound.
I think there is strong argument to make over whether Disney or Hanna-Barbera has contributed the most to pop culture. I'm not even sure I could pick a winner between the two of them, but if my feet were held onto burning coals, I would have to give the edge to Hanna-Barbera. When you think of iconic cartoon characters, some of which have been featured on the blog in past years, I will guarantee most of them are Hanna-Barbera creations. One of my favorites, who I don't think gets the love he deserves, is Huckleberry Hound. The blue dog with a southern drawl who never seems to have a good grasp on any job, has to be one of those classic characters that brings a smile to my face every time I run across one of his cartoons.
Huckleberry, bless his heart, just can't seem to do anything the way he's supposed to. He's been a police officer, dragon slayer, cowboy, knight, jungle boy, and just about anything else you can think of. The fact that he survives these "occupations" has to be attributed to a guardian angel hovering around him constantly. As much as he tries, and he does tries, nothing goes the right way. But like any true hero, he never gives up or becomes discouraged. He keeps on keeping on, of course it wouldn't be as much fun to watch if he didn't.
I think I'm going to end this now and go watch a few of his cartoons on YouTube. Nothing moves me quite the way Huckleberry does when he is singing "Oh My Darling, Clementine."
I don't think I can really remember a time as a kid when we didn't have some sort of pet living in the house with us. Every once in a while it would be a cat, but most of the time we had at least one dog as part of our family. Above all other choices, dogs just seem to make themselves part of the family faster and easier than any other animal. They don't have the aloofness that cats seem to ooze out of their pours, unlike hedgehogs they are easier to cuddle with, and are better companions than goldfish. Our featured dog for this week is one of those dogs. He is his owners family. I just can't imagine Mickey Mouse without Pluto.
When I was a kid, I wanted a dog just like Pluto. I thought Mickey Mouse had to be the luckiest guy in the world to have Pluto in his life. The relationship was fun to watch and I never tired of seeing them together. Pluto, at times, seemed to be an extension of Mickey. They were joined at the hip and their adventures were of the kind I wanted to have.
I wanted to go cut a Christmas tree, bring it home, and then have two little chipmunks take up residence in my home. Now I may have felt bad for Pluto and the abuse he had to take from Chip and Dale, but I couldn't help but laugh every time I watched it. Now poor Pluto ended up tearing up the Christmas tree and destroying most of the other Christmas decorations in the process, but he was not going to let the two little creatures get away with it. In true owner behavior, Mickey got angry at first, but quickly found the humor in his pets behavior.
Pluto wasn't the perfect pet by any stretch of the imagination, but what animal could be. I think it's perfectly natural for him to get jealous every time Mickey wants to bring a new pet into the home. I believe most of us would do the same thing in his place. Dogs, including Pluto, tend to let their curiosity get into trouble. They don't want to mess up, but they can't help but investigate something new. It's part of the charm that all dogs have surrounding them.
One of these day I'm going to have a dog just like Pluto, that childhood desire has not gone away. I just have to remember to inspect my Christmas trees before I bring them home.
