The discussion of talented non-human music critics* a couple posts down reminded me, in an oblique, attention-deficity kind of way, that I haven’t sent you all over to The Theriomorph’s place to witness Gilgamesh’s mad skillz in a largely unrelated arena.
* I once owned a framer’s hammer, in fact, that knew more about world music than Gina Arnold ever will.
Gilgamesh. Lord of Uruk. Slayer of The Bull Of Heaven. Fastidious Nibbler of Corn. Works for me.
ha ha ha ha ha
I’m telling him you said that, Rob - and I am quite certain his response will be:
“ROB understands me. Now take me for a walk.”
I heard a rumor of a corn-related Tito feat - ?
gilly is a heck of a dog.
my dog cora’s main skillz are dragging disgusting things into her nest in the garage, and sending barky death-threats to the mailman [who leaves things here! how dare he!].
buddy is a lot more mellow. but he has a special skill related to the “music critic” post—he is in absolute heaven on the rare occasions when he gets his jaws on a hedgehog squeaky toy. the sound of the toy sends cora fleeing to hide under furniture, proving he is top dog.
fixed. Thanks, Kathy.