Thursday, October 7, 2010

Irony.




Five in the morning and I'm woken by what sounds like a motor bike with a broken silencer. Wilf has rolled out of his bed in the dressing room and is now lying on his back, legs akimbo, snoring away to his hearts content. Not just any snore but a series of deep rumbles that reach a crescendo and then taper off in a gentle expiratory sigh. Intense, squirrel chasing, REM sleep.

Have you ever noticed how dogs and owners often seem to end up looking alike? Perhaps as the years roll past physical characteristics somehow become passed on and shared. I'm happily pointing this interesting fact of life out to 'the font' when a disembodied voice issues from that dark, private place under the duvet. " No need to worry. No one around here's shaggy or snores ". A moments pause and a final coda, " or needs constant attention ".

Boy, am I glad that Swedes aren't ironic .

10 comments:

  1. That dark, private place under the duvet . Does Wilf ever go there ?

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  2. You just awakened a forgotten image: that of a shorn Mongoose in response to an affirmative nod to an unbusy out-of-country barber. Are we ironically now shaggy?

    Curious wire fox terriers must know.

    Joan

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  3. You are the master of irony. Now I know where you learned it! So, it's actually the font who I have to thank for my morning giggles over your blog!

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  4. Your humor is so, so dry . Thankfully some of us Yanks just about get it.

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  5. Bwaaaaaa ha ha! Oh no, Swedes aren't ironic at all!

    Well, maybe you shouldn't have gotten that cheap haircut a while back. Then you and Wilf could sport your matching 'dos!

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  6. Jake of Florida's comment made me laugh. I'd forgotten all about that short haircut you got awhile back.

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  7. So, I'm thinking, if dogs and their owners begin to look alike, then you must be a dead ringer for Walter Matthau.

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  8. side by side pictures for comparison, please! ;)

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