Odd. A dog named Hamlet. If a dog actually played Hamlet it would need an awfully good diction coach. But then think of an all-dog production of Hamlet, produced by Month Python, of course. It would be great. Claudius and Gertrude sprawl on big, soft pillows instead of thrones, golden water bowls in front of them. Instead of picking up Yorick's skull, Hamlet finds a big beef bone to gnaw. The prince and Laertes circle one another at the start of the fencing match, sniffing one another's hind quarters. It could be a laff riot. Good night, sweet paws.
The bad joke in the top picture has to do with the corporate sponsorship of the parade. They were promoting dog snacks that have bacon in them. Bacon, pigs, ham, Hamlet - get it? Har.
Oh, here comes Horatio, below.
The bad joke in the top picture has to do with the corporate sponsorship of the parade. They were promoting dog snacks that have bacon in them. Bacon, pigs, ham, Hamlet - get it? Har.
Oh, here comes Horatio, below.
:-)Will must be laughing.
ReplyDeleteDoes Dog Hamlet take twenty minutes to die too?
ReplyDelete"O, from this time forth, my thoughts be of food, or be nothing worth"
Shakespeare must be rolling over in his grave!
ReplyDeleteBacon, pigs, ham, Hamlet. That's terrible! My favourite line of Shakespeare ... well, one of thousands, of course ... is 'I had rather be a dog and bay the moon.'Brutus in Julius Caesar.
ReplyDeleteA 'farce' if ever I saw one haha!
ReplyDeleteThis post had me snorting with laughter.
ReplyDeleteLet slip the dogs of war!
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