Shasta with you today.
Momma Mim tries. And sometimes she gets it right. Other times she really messes up. Take naming her dogs for example. She tagged me properly. When I was a pup and came to live with her, I was a pretty brown and they told her I would be big. She immediately came up with Mt. Shasta Cola. Mt. Shasta because of my big size; and, Shasta Cola after my color, (I look more like a Shasta Cola after the ice has melted now.)
But she missed the mark when it came to naming Sherlock. If Sherlock ever makes you look at his papers – boring – you will see a whole bunch of names. But the call name Momma Mim gave him was Sherlock. She did this because poodles are suppose to be the second smartest breed, (although you and I know we are the first. Have you ever tried to discuss world peace and curing cancer with a Border Collie? We poodles are obviously much brighter.) The Sherlock from the books was very cleaver too so she though it would fit. She could not have gotten it more wrong. She should have named him Noodle.
This is where we get to our Tongue Out Tuesday picture. Look at this goof ball:
Note how he is going left but his tongue is going right. And it isn’t just his tongue that is noodley. In this one his front goes one way and his back end just stays the course:
If you read our exchange on Westminster, you will perhaps remember the picture I used to show he lacked proper poodle posture. Here he is last night with the same pose in an opposite direction:
If that doesn’t look like a piece of spaghetti thrown at random, I don’t know what does.
I will also point out that Noodle doesn’t just describe his bendy ability. He is also a noodle head if I ever met one. Look – he thinks he is hiding:
Where’s Sherlock? I don’t see Sherlock. Do you see Sherlock? Geeze!!!
So I say this day forward, Sherlock the Standard Poodle just be know as Noodle the Poodle. And it is so.