"Who knows what evil lurks in the Minds and Hearts of Men?" Buster's Shadow Knows!

It was an ordinary Saturday afternoon in the tropical rainforest of Connecticut when Buster the Wonder Dawg and his human lackey set off on yet another journey--in search of Buster's Shadow.





There is a legend in these parts that if Buster sees his Shadow at the cusp of High Noon before the Ides of March, there will be six more weeks of boring re-runs of "It's Me or the Dog" on Animal Planet. And Persephone, the Dark Goddess of the Underworld, will require six more weeks to bring Spring to the Northern Hemisphere.



So it was time to head for the Land of Shadows, in Deepest, Darkest Hubbard Park, to see if there was in fact a Shadow that belonged to Buster!



There was ice on Lake Merimere, but no Shadow.


Desperate trees penetrated the basalt, and a shadowy apparition began to show itself...

But it was the human lackey's shadow--not Buster's.



Buster contemplated the potential whereabouts of his Shadow, and he began to think Deep Thoughts...



Buster had long believed that rolling stones gather no moss, but this could not be true in such a strange place! If green things were growing on cold rock, maybe it would be possible to find the dark absence of reflected photons.



The Wonder Dawg began an "expanding square" search, in an effort to systematically track down his Shadow...



The light began to drop lower on the horizon, and the shadows of nearby trees assumed gargantuan proportions. Buster thought: "Imagine what MY shadow might look like?"

And there it was! Buster was so proud of himself. Bustersaurus Rex? The Creature from the Murky Depths of Lake Merimere? It didn't matter...It was big and scary!



Helios, Persephone's old buddy, settled in the west, and the shadows began to recede.

But on the walk back, Buster's shadow offered just one more encore in the polarized light.

"I'm one terrifying dude," Buster thought. "If anyone crosses me, I'll just unleash my Shadow on him, and that'll be the end of it!"

Buster then thought of the six more weeks of lethargic Animal Planet programming, and the long wait until Persephone got her butt in gear to bring Spring to subarctic Connecticut, and he became profoundly depressed.

Sigh... Shadow-seeking is hard work, and I'm dead tired!

Maybe Spring will come early.....

Maybe I'll take a nap and wake up to the girls licking my ears....

Maybe an evening of Animal Planet isn't so bad after all.....


À bientôt,

Buster