Showing posts with label big red dog. Show all posts
Showing posts with label big red dog. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Clifford is ALWAYS Nude

Ok.  To the person who arrived here by Googling:

"Clifford big red dog nude pics"

Dogs are always nude. Unless, of course, they wear those stupid knit sweaters in the middle of New York City or when they have million dollar tutus on inside some claustrophobic handbag meant for a rat the size of a five star restaurant meat ball.

Anyway, I haven't written much about Clifford naked.  I haven't written much about ANY dog naked, for that matter.  I simply thought it was a given.  At least it kinda is here, in the Midwest.

We don't shave our dogs to the skin, either.  Maybe that's what you wanted.  In that case, I have some confidential information that Emily Elizabeth has allowed me to share with you, oh Googler.

Clifford's skin is blue.

Now that you are more enlightened, here is what I wrote on Clifford, the Big Red Dog.

Happy Googling!

Thursday, March 29, 2012

How Does Emily Elizabeth Clean Up Clifford's Poops?

Clifford, The Big Red Dog, looks to have the body make-up of a lab.  Every time a lab poops, the pile could be molded into the exact shape of their back leg.  That's a lot of fecal matter!

Now, imagine Clifford.  A pile the size of his back leg - once a day!  Emily Elizabeth is quite small, Mrs. Howard is too nice, and Mr. Howard is cranky and gets surprised easily.  I can't see any of them being able to shovel the stuff on a regular basis.

Say they were able to at least shovel it up?  Where would they put it then?  In the trash?  They would need a large dumpster for their weekly garbage service.  I would think they would be better off contracting with a farmer to come and scoop the turds up and disc it into his fields.  Assuming the Howard family lives close to a rural community, this would be a good compromise.

Still, that solution doesn't address what to do with the poops while Clifford is out for a walk.  In every book, Clifford goes somewhere.  Most of the time, it's an all day affair.  He goes to the fire station.  He heads off to the pool.  He has hiccups and goes to the vet.  Where does he poop?  Emily Elizabeth cannot stuff a plastic grocery bag in her back pocket and expect to grab the steamy stuff up with her gloved hand.  Does she take a shovel and a wheelbarrow with her?  I never see one in the pictures.

I need to know the answer to this question.  No, my KIDS need to know the answer.  Once we have been sufficiently satisfied, we can move on to the subject of Clifford's thrice per day, rivers of pee.