I love George Booth, whose cartoon is below. And, this cartoon of his (he often drew cats and dogs) is about as accurate a depiction of my darling Diego as I have found. He’s a lot, and for some – not all – people, he’s simply too much. Not a mean bone in his body – “but he don’t bite” – but…at 110 pounds of hair and muscle and legs and a huge head that has almost knocked me out on more than one occasion during play, yes, this ‘toon of a man struggling under Woofie Dog is about it.
This has limited some social engagements, as I really do prefer to entertain in my home, but – it’s Diego’s home too, and y’know what? He’s a lovie, and once he settles down (LOL, and eventually) he’s a good, good boy.
Booth died in 2022, and while I don’t believe I cried, I know I felt a sadness usually reserved for, oh, pop or movie stars I’ve loved. He was a star, though, during his long career with the New Yorker. Every time I saw one of his cartoons, I felt joy, and that is power, peeps. His wiki page (not a complete story by any means) can be accessed via this link https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/George_Booth_(cartoonist)
