Propaganda

In this day and age it seems that anyone and everyone is allowed to produce fraudulent readin' material. The worst part is that much of it is bein' embraced by the general public.

Unfortunately I'm findin' out the hard way that none of us are

immune to the type of subculture that produced this next piece of hogwash.

The article I am speakin' of is a feature in the 

December issue of FIDO magazine. 

This doctrine of misinformation would have gone unnoticed by Dad had it not been thrust under his nose. I'm afraid he has succumbed to it's powerful, yet misguided message, 

for it was not long after readin' it that he said the words I 

thought I would never hear comin' out of his mouth: 

"Sorry Ches, that's all you're getting - I'm cutting back".

I don't know who Arden Moore and Vladislav Roytapel are

but obviously they've got a bone to pick with the dawg community.

Rather than bore you and waste your valuable time, I have chosen

to emphasize the more poignant parts of this full page article.

This would be a caricature of the female half of the battle.

(I think this captures the essence of Mom fairly well, don't you?)

This would be a caricature of the male half of the battle.

(This looks nuthin' at all like my dear, sweet dad.)

The followin' excerpt includes some of the most

agonizin' and pathetic advice you will ever read.

(click on article to biggify so as not to miss a single lie)

Now, with my literary license and my trustworthy red pen,

I have taken great pleasure in rectifyin' this madness so that

it reflects what I'm sure you dawgs were already thinkin'

as you read the above.

(again, biggifyin' this will help)

Well, it may not be perfect but at least it's much better than that other rubbish. I will insist that FIDO magazine print a retraction

in hopes of savin' future distress of my canine brothers and sisters.

It's too late for me, the damage here has been done as evidenced by the followin' picture. These buckets are for my Pappy's barn

kittehs and they are overflowin' with the abundance of table scraps

that used to be mine. They are eatin' mighty well for a bunch

of mangy felines who should be earnin' their keep

by managin' the mouse population in the barn.

But no, now they are loungin' in the hayloft with full bellies,

and lickin' their greasy paws with turkey breath.

I've even pulled out some of my best beggin' maneuvers

but they have generated very little in the way of personal payoff.

(Sigh), I am still quite disturbed not only because of the 

cutback of table scraps; but even more so it grieves my

Big Brown heart to know that there exists such a cruel

clique that would take aim against us dawgs who

feast offa table scraps like kings and queens 

take pride in our faithful association with our 2 leggers.

At least it's Friday which is always a great payoff after a long week.

I hope your weekend overflows with an abundance of good stuff.

Chester ;0=)

(meanwhile, down on the farm)