"Cry 'Havoc,' and let slip the dogs of war...."
-- Julius Caesar

"Life...is a tale...full of sound and fury...."
-- Macbeth

"No woman can be too rich or too thin."
-- Wallis Simpson

"Let them eat cake."
-- Somebody, but not Marie Antoinette

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Versailles

I, Poppy, have determined that being a dog is much like being at the court of Louis VI, or any of the Louis, really. Really, probably all courts everywhere.

Dogs have been described by sociologists as, ahem, "social parasites."* The definition of a -- and this is offensive, we're dealing with some very disturbing stuff here on Poppy's Blog today -- "social parasite" is something like this one from Wikipedia**: "a derogatory term denoting a member of society who is considered to be detrimental to others, by taking advantage of them in some way." These "scientists" have suggested that because dogs live with humans in their houses and eat their food and in return give only intangible and unmeasurable favors like love, companionship, loyalty, and protection, we take advantage of them in some way. How can I, Poppy, be accused of taking advantage of any one? Dogs are courtiers. It is our duty to "take advantage," otherwise, who else would give our masters and mistresses unconditional love, loyalty, and companionship? Their human friends? To that I ask you, how many friends have abandoned you? How many dogs have abandoned you?

We are like courtiers because every day we are teased, made fun of, eat off the floor, yet we never fail you. Our entire routines are based on those of our masters and mistresses. You are never our of our sight. We take the keenest interest in your every movement. And if we demand rights to the lever and the coucher of our masters and mistresses, how is this any different from Versailles?

The picture here is of the dog who played the much put upon Mops in Sophia Coppola's film, Marie Antoinette.*** As you will remember from history, Mops was most cruelly separated from his mistress, the young Dauphine of France when she crossed the border into France. You will also remember that Mops and his mistress remained loyal to one another through this alarming breakup of the pack. In fact, Mops managed to get returned to his mistress through the skillful use of international diplomacy.

*I, Poppy, have a bone or two to pick with sociologists. The science is so soft.
**I, Poppy, am all for the creation of reality. For examples of times when my sense of reality clashes with everybody else's, please refer to my blog archives.
***The film, Marie Antoinette, has won a Palm Dog award for its treatment of dogs as characters. When bestowing the award, the committee noted that the film shows dogs getting to eat cake. I petition my mistress daily for cake. She does not let me eat cake.

2 comments:

LloydDobbler said...

Dear Poppy,

I, Lloyd Dobler, noticed that perhaps you are victim, or about to become a victim, of the Courtiers Curse. The curse is most dreadful because one, as if one isn't enough, severe symptom, and I hesitate to refer to it as a symptom because that is akin to refering to an alligator as a lizard, and it is less obvious than the second sympton, which some may argue is rather a gift, and I am speaking of the deeply embedded syntactical structure that was oft seen in the distinguished works of the likes of Mr. Henry James, and my personal favorite, the single-malt-swilling, landlord of Yoknapatawpha County, the venerable William Faulkner, but the most severe symptom is more deceptive because the keeper of the curse can't see it before their very eyes--much like wearing a lovely pair of oversized, glass-lensed, designer sunglasses, and I Dearest Poppy, am whispering the word to myself even as I write this, and just like the lyrics of a Lennon/McCartney tune, you may already know what I am going to say next, it is of course the curse of--Hubris!

Good day to you My Liege,

Lloyd Dobler

Poppy's Corner Shop said...

Hi Poppy,
This is Poppy, from Spain.

Nice to meet you.

Woof,

Poppy from Poppys Corner Shop