


Glenda


Spunk has to charge his tail every now and then.

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

Twilight
His shadow waned with the moon
As Sasquatch surveyed changes from yesterday’s yawn
He pitied the sorry state of the scoop shovel
Alone and cold on unscoopable sand, cursed by old Jack Frost
A portal opened, and he walked through to the other side
To his land unknown by humans stuck in 3D
Leaving the scoop shovel to its fate
Meanwhile, Osric courted Nora
Hooting sweet nothings in her feathery ear
Time to work on this year’s brood
Love at twilight. Dawn blushed!








Marble: “Can I lick sweet nothings in your ear, Spunk?”

Black laced trees under a wintery sky

Through the looking glass, Sasha dreams of going down a rabbit hole


Light snow falls on the Sandias at dusk