Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for May 26, 2017

After all the hullabaloo, pandemonium, and recriminations.

Only dogs get into this much trouble.

After all that getting thwacked on the nose with a rolled-up newspaper and guided to unrolled newspaper

Great. Miss Teresa gives us a prompt today and I can’t think of a thing to say. Yet.

And after all the violence and double talk

There’s just a song in all the trouble and the strife

You do the walk, you do the walk of life

- Dire Straits; Walk of Life

After all is a said and done, more is said than done. — Aesop

Fiction is the lie that tells the truth, after all. —Neil Gaiman

It’s a small world after all.

The depths of the sea are only water after all. —Virginia Woolf

After all, Ginger Rogers did everything that Fred Astaire did. She just did it backwards and in high heels. —Ann Richards

We’re infinitely small, after all..

But on the Internet, no one will ever know.

After all that catin’ around….

Cookies and Pizza makes me feel that way too!

Because if I were a cat, I would be sitting on the paper while you tried to read it.

Extra! Extra! Pee all about it!

♪It’s a small dog after all♪.

That newspaper isn’t Lorem Ipsum, it’s Lorem upsidedownem with a little Lorem sidewaysum thrown in.

Lucky enough to be born the best of all posable animals.

Are you Sirius?

How aproprocyon!

After everything else has been eliminated it turns out that you are, indeed, a dog. But just what kind of dog are you? Most dogs, by nature, behave like animals. Are you one of those?

No one guessed the correct answer. We reset the cash cards and begin the new round with Kitty Carlisle.

wired hair terriermy brother brought home on of those breeds way back in the ’60s

And I’ll be happy to see those nice young men

In their clean white coats

Apparently the cat had him convinced he was an ostrich. All that time wasted with his head in a hole out in the backyard. Bad kitty!

I wanted to be a cat. I would rather have servants than masters.

“My name isn’t Alice,” she replied, confident that she could outwit whatever this was, and relieved there would not be a feral attack, “And animals do not talk. For one thing, they lack the physiological means to form proper phonemes. For another, they lack the development of the Broca’s area of the brain required to formulate proper speech algorithms. You aren’t fooling anybody. What are you supposed to be, and why are you on my boat?”

Fol-da-rol, that’s what. Goodness gracious, a dog who doesn’t know he’s a dog has got to be such a dim bulb as to make me consider a cat instead!.

Besides, that thing is not among my favorite nor even my approved breeds!