For this week’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, Linda G. Hill has asked us to use the word “tin” as a word or to find a word with “tin” in it, and to base our posts on that word.
I immediately recalled one of my favorite TV shows when I was a kid, “The Adventures of Rin Tin Tin.” It was an American television program that ran from 1954 through 1959. The show about a boy, Rusty, who was orphaned in an Indian raid and who was being raised by the soldiers at a U.S. Cavalry post known as Fort Apache. Rin Tin Tin was a German shepherd dog that helped the soldiers establish law and order in the American West.
Most episodes involved overcoming bad guys, often American Indians or white desperados. Whenever Rusty needed assistance from his trusty dog, he’d call out “Yo Rinty,” and Rin Tin Tin would run after and leap on the bad guy, pinning him down until the cavalrymen could arrive.
A contemporary of Rin Tin Tin, but a more popular TV show with a dog as its star, was “Lassie,” a “smart and fearless” collie. The show aired from 1954 through 1971. It followed Lassie’s adventures in a small farming community. Each week the dog’s young owner would find himself in some sort of trouble. Lassie would then run off and get help or rush in to save her master’s life herself. After being reunited with family, the boy would received a light lecture on why he should not have done what he had done.
I preferred Rin Tin Tin because I thought the whole Lassie thing was kind of lame. Rin Tin Tin, on the other hand, was a military dog apprehending bad guys, which to me was much more exciting than watching a dog save a kid who fell into a deep well at least once a month. Stupid kid.
“He that lies down with dogs shall rise up with fleas.”
It is generally agreed that Benjamin Franklin was not literally talking about dogs and fleas. At least I hope he wasn’t. Our dog often sleeps in our bed. So far, we don’t have fleas, but that may be because we treat our dog (and cat) with regular monthly doses of Frontline Plus flea and tick control, which didn’t exist in Ben Franklin’s day.But I digress. Ben Franklin’s quote is actually a metaphor meaning that one should be cautious about the company he or she keeps.
And this makes me wonder if the people who work with or for Donald Trump understand that one day they, too, will be known by the company they keep. For those who associate with someone with a bad reputation, such as Trump, that association will ultimately lead to their own reputations being sullied.
But as wise, old Ben Franklin said, if you lie down with dogs, you’ll wake up with fleas.
Written for Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday prompt.
Here are this week’s Share Your World questions from Cee Neuner.
In regards to puzzles, what’s your choice: jigsaw, crossword, word search, mazes, logic or numeric puzzles, something else, or nothing? Well, I’m not sure it’s technically a puzzle, but I’m almost addicted to the solitaire game on my iPhone. My wife, on the other hand, can’t let a day go by without doing our newspaper’s daily crossword puzzle.
List at least five favorite treats and it doesn’t necessarily have to be food. Ice cream, Maryland blue crabs, key lime pie, and tiramisu. But best of all, a good night’s sleep.
What is your favorite type of dog? (can be anything from a specific breed, a stuffed animal or character in a movie) A rescue dog.
What did you appreciate or what made you smile this past week? I loved playing tour guide to our out-of-town visitors last week, but I appreciate life getting back to normal now that they’re gone. Does that make me a bad person? If so, too damn bad.
If only dogs could read….
For Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge — “Signs of Any Kind.” Click on any image to enlarge.
Day 19: Did you have any pets in your childhood home? If so, please tell me about them. If you have a photograph of any of your childhood pets, please share.
Our first dog was a black cocker spaniel named Inky. I barely remember Inky and I think he may have gotten run over on the street in front of our house.
Then we somehow had two dogs, Duke and Duchess. They were both some sort of mixed breeds, similar in appearance but Duke was the smaller of the two. Again, for some reason I can’t remember what became of them. I’m drawing a total blank.
When I went off to college, my mother got a pair of Shih Tzu puppies. I hated those dogs. They were high-strung, yappy little monsters. Whenever I came home to visit my parents, one of the two of them (I couldn’t tell them apart) would alway piss on my sneakers. Nasty critters.
This post was written for Suzanne McClendon’s September Challenge, which is comprised of 30 questions (one for each day of this month) regarding your background and history.