That is Priceless by Steve Melcher for April 05, 2024

Having learned her lesson, Little Bo Peep got a dog to keep the sheep in line while she took a nap.

Mr. Melcher’s caption will be hard to top today.

/// She gets drowsy around three o’clock.

Finds a grove, the bright sunlight, to block.

While the shepherdess sleeps

her alert sheepdog keeps

careful watch on the wandering flock.

No wonder Little Bo Peep keeps losing her sheep.

At this rate, she’s going to lose her job too.

The dog is thinking: Why does the human get paid twice as much as I do, but I do all the work. It’s speciesism, pure and simple.

“Quick, she’s asleep. Let’s take out the dog and make a run for it.”

It happened almost every day as they headed back to the barn she’d start counting to make sure none had strayed, and bam.

She was tired, she had been walking all day.

But I suppose she can count on her pet rooster!

Fido patiently waited for the sleeping potion to work before enjoying his feast of mutton

Check out Herman for today. Same idea.

the more J earn about men, the more i love my dog!

Betsy loved her flocking job.

No wonder Bo Peep lost her poor sheep,

She fell down on the job and went to sleep!

But when she woke up, her faithful pup

Had tended the herd and rounded them up.

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“Shemp” had fought off a wolf with bravado

And chased away a sheep-naping desperado —

All while Bo Peep was snoozing and snoring

And dreaming of Hans the Shepherd adoring.

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So what reward did he get, anyhow?

A pat on the head and some dry Doggy Chow!

So Bo Peep fudged the facts of this Mother Goose story

And cheated poor Shemp of his rightful dog glory.

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Epilogue:

Shemp retired healthy, in human years eleven

And like all dogs, he went at last to Dog Heaven.

Hans the Handsome shepherd married Bo Peep,

But he turned out to be a flocking creep!

That’s ok. The malinois will take care of the flock.

In a place where sheep wander around/

And you’re going to sleep on the ground/

Rest your head on your hound/

Not some dubious “mound”:/

Have a care where sheep-droppings abound..

Memo to Self: No more drinking schnapps with my shepherd’s pie at lunch!

“THIS is why I wanted to put ‘narcoleptics need not apply’ in the want ad, but noooo, you didn’t want to offend anyone!”

She had several shots of BourBON/

She awoke to find one ewe was gone :/

She would never be blamed/

Cause the canine was framed/

In “The case of the Missing Mouton”…///

A case of Hercule Poirot/

A Belgian who loves escargot/

Is Hercule “Malinois” ?/

Moi, je ne sais pas,/

But the dog is – that much we know..

Regrettably, this much is true/

When Hercule bid this old world adieu/

He still never knew/

Who purloined the ewe/

(But the dog knows- and he won’t tell you.)///

The shepherdess had a fine pair/

Of breasts she was willing to bare/

From her flock she’s come far,/

And today she’s a star/

In an act at the Folies Bergère.

Sleeping Shepherdess: 

Paste (including the quote marks) 

"Category:Paintings by Evariste Carpentier" Wikimedia 

(syntax supported by the Google, Bing, Yahoo, DuckDuckGo, Ecosia and Yandex search engines) in the browser address bar (or search for it using one of those search engines) and choose the first Category: found and once there find the text string Sleeping, and click its link for info and links that point to more info (perhaps best viewed using the Google Chrome or Mozilla Firefox browsers, which can automatically translate most webpages if necessary) about this roughly jumbo envelope size, oil on panel, painting. 

Again, a larger strip image is shown by (Ctrl- or right-) clicking the image in Mr. Melcher’s MASTERPIECE #3299 (April 4, 2024) blog entry, accessible by the Check out the blog! box after the last comment, and using the dropdown menu (even larger, if you trim what’s after .jpg from the URL). I have added a comment there pointing to info about this artist I used to point to here. So far, 3 works by him have been used here, the March 23, 2018, strip being the prior.

“Why are we napping when we could be chasing squirrels? I’ll never understand these humans.”

I would like to rest my head on a sheep but they don’t like it, so a pile of dung.

How could she have fallen asleep counting sheep?She hadn’t even learned one, two, buckle my shoe yet.

She dreamed of being woken from sleep by a prince’s kiss, but she forgot the dog’s name was Prince.

The shepherd made his loving move and left Hannah enjoying repose!

She has her ever vigilant dog by her side, keeping a watchful eye on the flock.

(Life’s not always a b1+€h)/

Things didn’t turn out so bad:/

A delightful morning was had-

As strange as it seems/

He’s the dog of her dreams:/

Turns out “Lassie” (in fact) is a lad !

We spent many hours today (Sunday) driving 370 miles from home in NYC to Gananoque, Ontario, in the eclipse path of totality. This town was selected because we had waited too long to book a hotel room in Burlington, VT, (our first choice for a “nearby” viewing point). After many fruitless phone calls, Gananoque was the location of the first hotel we could find with a vacancy for the night of April 7th. Weather forecasts indicate that Monday (eclipse day) will be overcast, and I suspect that any attempt to drive tomorrow to an area of clearer skies will result in hours of being trapped in gridlock. In any event, I may not get much opportunity to post here. I have seen Monday’s painting on Steve’s blog, and may write a limerick or two here, and then later, when time permits, copy them into the Comments for Monday, April 8th.