|Do you trust this poodle?|
I’ve spent a great deal of time at institutions of higher education recently, which had me thinking about intelligence a great deal, and the process of gaining knowledge.
Little did we know we could determine smarts not by the diplomas I’ve seen handed out in the last couple months, but my checking out skull shape?
I learned this from this week’s bad postcard.
The front reads, “I’m ready, let’s go!” and shows a dog in a wicker basket.
On the back: “Although known for many years as the national dog of France, the Poodle is really of German origin, whose troops carried the first specimens of the breed into France. Scientists have found that the general foundation of the head and skull exhibit every indication of extraordinary intelligence.”
OK, that’s a lot of information for the back of a postcard, especially one firmly in the silly pet photos category. Canine head and skull formation just doesn’t come up a lot.
Which takes us to the photo on the front.
If Fluffy the poodle is such a brainiac, why did she let someone tie that ridiculous bow in her hair? And why did she allow herself to get stuffed in a basket, like a bag of croissants?
Maybe these poodles are willing to withstand such humiliation because they are thinking about a greater good – for the Germans.
The back doesn’t say during which war this cross-border poodle smuggling took place. We can’t even be sure there was any fighting going on. Did German soldiers simply infiltrate and unleash poodles among the unsuspecting French populace? What is their true mission? Are the poodles passing French secrets back to the Germans through an elaborate canine spy network?
No wonder Fluffy is so ready to go. She’s got to meet Hans at the clandestine meeting spot and relay what she knows: “Woof. They’re planning to surrender! Woof.”
Now we know. Never turn your back on your poodle.