A Girl and Her Dog

Thankfully not a sequel to any Harlan Ellison short story you might care to name.

28 Comments on “A Girl and Her Dog”

  1. Oh, beautiful photos. The dog ought to accompany the girl next time the girl has to do detention.

    And no offense, since you probably know the guy, but I hate that and most other stories by Mr. Harlan Ellison. (He can’t reduce me to a smoking cinder using only the power of his mind, can he?)

  2. I do in fact know him in an “Internet Pen Pal” sort of way. It’s okay if you don’t like his stories. Not everyone likes everything.

    That said, this should probably not turn into a thread about Harlan Ellison.

  3. Ha, I love that big old doggie grin in the last one. She looks like she’s thinking, “The camera loves me, dahling, It loves me. I am mahvelous.”

  4. changterhune – Before you hear lies from Chang Terhune himself, we thought we’d tell you the truth: without us, his old action figures, he’d be nowhere. He loved science fiction from way back and began reading it at an early age, but it was through us that he acted it all out. That’s what led to the writing. He watched a lot of science fiction shows like Star Trek, U.F.O, and movies, too. But we were always there to do his bidding. And it’s like they say: you always forget about the little people on your way up. Oh, the 70’s and early 80’s with him were good times! He’d use these blocks and make all the crazy buildings for us to be in his stories. I gotta say the kid’s imagination was pretty damn fertile. Oh, he had friends, but they just weren’t into it like him. He was like the Lance Armstrong of action figures. And of science fiction. At first, when he began writing in the eighth grade, we didn’t mind. He still made time for us. And we knew that when he was holding us in his sweaty little hands and he got that far off look in his eye, he’d come back to burying us in the back yard or - god forbid! – blowing us up with firecrackers. But it was worth it for a part in one of those stories. We loved him for it. He kept us around even when we were minus a leg or two - or even a head. In that mind of his, he found a use for all of us. Then he discovered girls. October, 1986. It was like the end of the world. One day we’re standing in the middle of this building block creation he’d pretended was some marble city on a planet near Alpha Centauri and the next we were stuck in a box in the closet. Not even a “See ya later!” Nope, it was into the closet, then we heard some high-pitched girly-giggles then silence. We didn’t see him for years. We got word about him once in a while. Heard he took up writing, but it was crap like “The Breakfast Club” only with better music. We couldn’t believe it. Not Charlie. What happened to those aliens with heads he’d sculpted out of wax? Spaceships? Those complex plots? All gone. For what? You guessed it: Girls. Emotions. “Serious fiction.” I tell you, it was like hearing Elvis had left the building. During our two decade exile in the closet, we heard other things about him. He went to college. He wrote a lot, but not much he really liked. We knew it even then. It was like he didn’t dare write science fiction. Some of us had lost hope and just lay there. Others kept vigil, hoping for a day we didn’t dare speak about. Then we heard he’d stopped writing in 1996. Did he come to reclaim us? No. He took up music for ten years or so. He took up yoga. Once in a while, he’d visit us in the closet. But it was half-hearted. His mind was elsewhere. Then one day, he really did come back for us. One second we’re in the dark and the next thing we know we’re in a car headed for Massachusetts. Suddenly we got a whole shelf to ourselves out in broad daylight! Then he bought a bunch of others form some planet called Ebay. He’d just sit and stare at us with that old look. But why were we suddenly back in the picture? He had a wife now, who didn’t mind that he played with us. So what had happened? Turns out he’d never forgotten about those stories. He’d been thinking about all of us and the stories he’d made up and then remembered he’d been a writer once. From the shelf we could see him typing away. Before long he’s got a whole novel together! Then he’s working on another one. Word is there are two more in the planning stages! Some short stories, too! It’s good to see him using his imagination again. Its good to know he never abandoned us. He returned to his true love of science fiction. We hear the stories are pretty good. Someday we’ll get one of the cats to score us a copy of the manuscript. Man, it’s good to be out of the damn closet! --- I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me
    Chang for days

    LE cute.

  5. Dave H – I can see Canada from my house – Aging dad, electronics nerd, embedded software developer. (I'm the guy who makes your microwave blink 12:00.)
    Dave H

    Have you been saving those photos, or was the weather really that nice today? ‘Cause if they tried some of those poses here both those ladies would need to have the mud hosed off of them

  6. I still favor the Harlan Ellison homage!

    I should note that there’s a whole “gender bend” literature that would be apropos. Some may recall Leigh Douglass Brackett (particularly noted as writer of the Really Really Really Good Star Wars Sequel). Well, she did a whole series of “swords and space” series involving a character called Eric John Stark.

    There are homages out there about the Amazon Swordmistress, Erica Stark.

    You can go there in an Ellison homage. I have faith in you!

  7. I wish my dad had a digital camera available back in the day.

    Also, in the third photo? That is one seriously demented dog.

  8. My apologies; I couldn’t initially find the Brackett homages. See… I’m not entirely certain (haven’t gone thru a whole story of Lee’s); I don’t know that it’s particularly creepy.

    Mind you, it’s unlikely to be creepier than an homage to A Dog And His Boy ought to be…

  9. Could also be one of those “reimaginings” Hollywood is so fond of these days. The latest one I’ve heard of is redoing Buffy the Vampire Slayer. *sigh*

  10. I train dogs.. but unfortunately I take horrible pictures of them. Great pics!

    Cheers and may the “paws” be with you

    [alignment: chaotic neutral]

  11. How do you protect the camera from that much cute? I needed an “up” minute, and you’ve delivered. Thank you.

  12. Harlan Ellison cannot reduce anyone to a smoking cinder using only the power of his mind. He actually has to speak out loud, utilizing the full power of his scorn.

  13. It’s crazy that it’s been warm enough this week for those pictures to happen! I strolled around outside yesterday (SE Ohio rather than WE) in short sleeves and the sun!

  14. I had read “A Boy and His Dog” several years ago and enjoyed it. I recently found it on Netflix staring a young young Det. Crockett made back in 1975 (which is made painfully obvious after a few seconds of watching). It was difficult to watch and I had to force myself to finish it.

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