Hey Boomer, I just wanted to respond to your last series of yaps. Yes, I liked Barkley, too. Not as much as you, I imagine - to be honest, I forgot he even existed - but as soon as you mentioned him, I was like, hey! Shit! Barkley! As a kid, Barks was one of my favorite parts about Sesame Street, and you're right, he WAS a surprisingly realistic dog suit/puppet. His puppeteer was excellent!

I don't have a website, no, although the way I'm going I might as well get one. And I love dogs, too - again, probably not as much as you, but I'm up there. I've had dogs for most of my life, pretty much all of them pitbulls or some other bully breed. My parents were friends with a lady who rescued pitbull puppies from fighting mills, and nearly all of our dogs came as rescue. They got their first dog a year before I was born; I was an only child, so growing up, I considered him my "big brother".

Which leads me to a confession which I probably shouldn't make, but whatever, you'll probably like this one. I used to think I was a dog, too. Not a *literal* dog, mind you, but some kind of bipedal, non-anthro, human-dog. Actually, I thought I was the King of Dogs, ruler of all Dogkind, and goodwill ambassador to the Human Species. This was mostly back in elementary school. Me and my best friend, another dog, we'd wage war against this one fat girl who thought she was a Cat, the Queen of Cats, to be exact, and for like a year or two, nearly all of our playtime was consumed with drawing dog tanks and dog commandos and barking at classmates and pissing on walls and dreaming of perpetrating genocide against the hated feline menace. I could even talk to dogs (I learned dog-language from my big brother) and while I never ate dog food or drank from bowls, I did lap up everything my parents would give me in a cup, which pissed them off to no end. I might have gone a bit of the deep end for awhile there... like this one time, I was walking down to the park, and this strange, leash-less dog came out and started barking his ass off at me. I says to myself "Oh, he's saying, Hail! Hail! Hail, King of Dogs! Behold brothers, our wise and noble King!" Naturally, I do what any good king would do, and go up his subject. So there's me, walking up to this bigass crazy dog, growling and snapping and foaming at the mouth, and the whole time I'm solemnly gesticulating towards the dog, like I'm bestowing a Papal blessing upon him. Thankfully, his owner came out and snatched him up before he could bite my arm off, but boy, was I pissed at that spoilsport jerk of an owner.

Anyway, like I said, I don't think I'm a dog anymore, but I do have some dog-mannerisms that I picked up from my favorite doggie, this tiger striped Staffie that I had from age twelve till she died of cancer when I was twenty-four. It's mostly snorting and YAAARRMMMing, especially the "play-snort" that she always used to do when she wanted to play tug-of-war, and I sometimes catch myself doing the sudden-jerk-butt-in-the-air play stance before going to bed with a lady friend, which works about as well as you'd assume.

Wow. I'm very happy and tail wagging right now over this, my Furry friend Ric is here too and he wondered what I was watching, with that crazy music and he had to come over to watch the last minute of the video.. :)

I never saw this on the show, I thought it might just be the one about Dog dreams that I remember, I think it was when Barkley was first introduced on the show, and they had a scene about Dog dreams, with Barkley laying there sleeping and the grown ups and kids asking questions about how Dogs dream and how he was kicking his legs like that.

I don't think they showed any of the dreams that Bark was having though, it was just a few minutes, so this is amazing extra information!.. :) Quite beautiful, I must bark..

Yes, let it out as Cena wrote. I liked the story of being King Of Dogs. I never had kid friends to play that stuff with, but I had a long thread in my life where I was into the idea that Dogs could talk to me, we could communicate, and that there were Canine societies out there and I wanted to find them. I listened to a song called Dogtown, and thought of a street, but instead of people houses, it was lined with Dog houses.

It's something that's even listed in my school behavior reports, that I could bark with Dogs, since I was being watched about this Dog stuff, and they'd note examples, calling the whole thing 'Pongo Syndrome'. I barked about talking Dogs to kids and I guess the school caught on. Of course it was normal for me as a Dog to have conversations with other Dogs.

He he, sounds funny to some, but I live with this stuff, and I feel like I'm living in my childhood, er, puppyhood, I'm a storybook character myself at times. I had to think about that from an outside perspective more with the interview questions I was getting.

I went to Ytube and fired up my grabber, got the video, thanks so much Barkley, I mean Homer!

Boomer