Saturday, December 17, 2011

Go, Dog. Go!

Often times, I wish that I could live in a life where it was sociably acceptable to be a pink poodle asking a yellow dog with black spots, if he liked my hat. 

Go, Dog. Go! happens to be one of my favorite children's books. I love so many things about it, but mainly its simplicity. There are big dogs, so of course, there are little dogs. 

There are fast dogs, which means there are slow dogs.
 And when a little bird stands in the road all the dogs will stop. 

There is also, a stylish pink dog who wants more than anything to pull of wearing a hat. Hats on women are more rare than they used to be, so it takes a good hat and a bold woman to make it work. 
This pink dog was bold if I ever saw a bold dog. But, like any woman she had some insecurities of being able to pull of such a daring gesture; did it go with her eyes, did it make her look fat, was it too much... As a result, like all woman so tragically do, she asked a mans advice. This, however, is no ordinary girl ask boy, boy tells white lie, girl goes to a party in an ugly hat story. This dog has balls of steal, doesn't care what the sassy pink dog thinks, and tells her the truth.

The moral that I got from this story is that girls and guys can talk open and honestly with each other and it doesn't have to be awkward after. When the yellow dog said he hated the ugly blue hat with the hideous yellow flower, did the pink dog sulk away spitting profanities at him and swearing to never speak to him again? NO! They were both civil toward each other and even got together later to talk about more hats and there was still no offending, hurt feelings or drama.

Oh, I can just imagine my perfect little drama free world now: I'd be the sassy pink dog and a guy I am interested in takes the spot of the yellow dog. Our encounter could go something like this:

Me: Hello
Him: Hello
Me: Do you like me? 
like you.
Him: ________
(No, yes, not now, HE** no)

We would then either link arms and attend a party on top of a tree or we would speed of in our separate directions. Once we come in contact again, even after rejection, we could still go on like normal, having both moved on and neither one freaking out or taking things out of proportion.

Thank you PD Eastman for giving me hope. 


  1. Umm have you ever written a better post in your life? No. No you have not. This is serious quality. I laughed HARD.

    ps I've never read this book. Until now, I guess.