Wednesday, February 08, 2012
I can haz apostrophe?
Molly the Dog can't believe it. She thought the humans were supposed to be the smart ones.
I suppose it would be too much to assume that the canine on the Milk-Bone box is named Mini. I suppose it's too much to assume that both dogs on the boxes of Milk-Bone "Mini's" answer to Mini.
And I suppose it would be a really gigantic stretch, at this point, to assume the United States hasn't become a nation of blithering illiterates.
OR THAT in another 20 years, as Americans devolve into communicating by a series of grunts and clicks, creatures such as my little friend Molly will come to be known as "the articulate ones."
For all I know, she already may have better mastery of the difference between possessives and plurals than your average U.S. high-school graduate.
Come to think of it, that may explain why, after giving the box of treats a good going over, Molly looked at me, cocked her little head and asked "What the hell, Dad?"