Saturday, November 9, 2013
Ever since the popularity of C. M. Coolidge's dogs playing poker (commissioned in 1903 by Brown & Bigelow to advertise cigars); we've been assigning human characteristics to them. It's called anthropomorphism and while some purists will scoff at the idea of attributing people personality traits to animals, in the case of dogs, it's perfectly proper. Because they have them. Anyone who has spent time eating an ice cream cone in front of one knows that.
Toto, I've a feeling we're not in Kansas any more." The movie Turner and Hooch would have been about the sad downward spiral of a man and his moonshine. Ten generations of Lassie descendents would have been out of work. Pavlov's dogs would never have salivated on demand.
And this post would probably not have been written. Some might say that would have been a good thing. But it got the Roscoe wag of approval. And he's the boss (around here anyway).
Posted by Rand MacIvor at 3:09 PM