Nobody Expects…

Twilight

Sunrise

Paparazzo: “I hear a tail tell tale that you’ve been sneaking Squeezy Treats!”
Gwendolyn: “I didn’t expect the Paparazzo Inquisition!”
Paparazzo: “Nobody expects the Paparazzo Inquisition!”
Gwendolyn: “Well, that’s a tall tale told by a terribly troubled tattletale if you ask me.”
Paparazzo: “I’m going to have to have you tailboarded to get the truth of the matter.”
Gwendolyn: “You aren’t scaring me with your pathetic, Paparazzo Grand Inquisitor nonsense.”
Paparazzo: “You asked for it…”

Paparazzo: “Hmmm! It looks like the Adversary is on break. Lucky you, Gwendolyn!”

Gwendolyn: Whew! Looks like I dodged the Spunky art tailboarding torture. Stupid, pathetic prehistoric Paparazzo, out-of-touch Neanderthal trying to pull his out-dated Paparazzo Inquisition over my eyes. He’s obviously watched way too much Monty Python in his impressionable youth.

Crane at dusk

♠️🦵🏼❤️, 2

Another Twilight

Cranes in the shallows

Waining Snow Moon reflecting on iced river

Il Paparazzo’s long shadow from the waning Snow Moon waked Scoopy from his slumber on the frozen beach.

Scoopy gave Jake a hug! ♠️🦵🏼❤️, 2 = Shovels (spades) need love, too!

Mist on the river. It was 22º F (-5.6º C) this morning.

Black-laced tree at the Winter Moon. Black-laced tree at dusk.

Spunk, Gwendolyn and Silver

Daddy Owl

Ralph & Herbie* Coyotes

Twilight

Herbie: “Hey Ralph! let’s see if we can find some kitty!”
Ralph: “I have some business to attent to first!
Herbie: “What do you mean, ‘Business to attend to?'”
Ralph: “I have to go ‘potty’ as the human’s say!”
Herbie: “Oh wow man! OK! Hurry up.”
Ralph: “Hey Herbie! Check it out, man! It’s a real masterpiece!”

Herbie: “Hey Ralph! Quit kicking dirt in my face!”
Ralph: “Hahahaha! Eat my dust, Herbie!”

*Reminiscent of Cheech & Chong’s “Ralph & Herbie” on their “Big Bambú” albumn, 1972.

Spunk: “You and the coyotes have gone too far with that crappy ripoff from Cheech & Chong. Those coyotes are uncreative, creepy characters with nothing but kitties on their twisted little minds. And you! You’re a sicko, pathetic, perverted paparazzo! I’m so embarrassed I’m crawling into a bean sack so I don’t have to look at you!”

Jake: “I think Ralph and Herbie are hilarious. I love crappy, mucus humor! You’re just an old sourpuss, Spunk! Lighten up a little and enjoy some lo-fi canine humor!”

Spunk: “At least my masterpieces are really Art! Unlike Ralph’s crap.”

Gwendolyn: “Hey, Spunk! Remember that I contributed to your latest masterpiece.”

Dusk

Sasquatch & The Scoop Shovel

Waning Wolf Moon over Jupiter, Pollux, and Castor

Sasquatch stumbled upon a scoop shovel

Under the light of a waning Wolf Moon
When darkness would give way to twilight soon
Sasquatch wandered out from his hovel
Onto the beach where he spied a shovel
What is this strange thing? He thought with wonder
Is it useful or a trap to pull me asunder?
Oh, hark! I hear a human coming this way
It’ll have to wait for another day

“Sasquatch? Did you say Sasquatch? We heard he likes to eat cats!”

Dawn

Spunk: “I’m not afraid of no stinking Sasquatch! I kicked his butt six years ago when I slipped through a wormhole, and it took me a month to fight my way back into this dimension.”

Dusk

Black lace tree at dusk