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Escapee dog walks on air. Table Cape, Tasmania's North West Coast. February 2012.

This Theme Thursday we are not talking about monkey's in rhinestone vests, we are talking BUBBLES.

"BUBBLES?", you ask.

Yes, BUBBLES.

When I say BUBBLES I don't mean a thin, hemispherical film of liquid filled with air or gas (i.e. 'I'm forever blowing BUBBLES in the air"). Nor do I mean a globular body of air or gas formed within a liquid (i.e. 'fart in the bath').

No, when I think BUBBLES I think of something insubstantial, something groundless, something ephemeral.

Not wanting to burst your BUBBLES, but BUBBLES are usually impracticable illusions. That monkey you bought and stuck in nappies? It's never going to be human!

That dog you saw floating in the air up at Table Cape? It was just rounding the crest!
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Brian Miller said…
oh man dont wreck my illusions...though owning a monkey would be fun at times...i bet it would be a mess...
16 February 2012 at 15:04
JANU said…
You did burst my bubble. Unique take on the topic.
16 February 2012 at 17:40
Roddy said…
Don't tell Michael Jackson. He thought Bubbles was human.... Then again.......???
16 February 2012 at 20:28
Mrsupole said…
Gas bubbles in a bath full of bubbly water has to be the funniest bubbles for the little kiddies. And I always thought my pet monkey in nappies was human, at least that is what he told me.

Love the dog pic and yup you totally burst that bubble of him walking on air. Geez I will never look at a dog the same way again.

Great take on bubbles for this weeks TT.

God bless.
16 February 2012 at 22:02
Postcardy said…
And I thought the dog was jumping with joy!
17 February 2012 at 01:47
Leah said…
...and I was so sure my monkey would eventually be socialized to our human ways...

love the picture!
17 February 2012 at 04:34
Leah said…
haha! i see by MrsUpole's comment that I'm not the first to crack that joke...
17 February 2012 at 04:35
Steve Isaak said…
Fun read. Thanks for the smile. =)
17 February 2012 at 06:58
California Girl said…
Beautifully put and a perfect image to boot.

It has been too long since I've read your blog. I'm joining up!
17 February 2012 at 09:53
Kris McCracken said…
Brian, my apologies...

Janaki, cheers!

Roddy, poor MJ...

Mrsupole, the dog was trotting along like something in a David Lynch film. Nothing but poppy fields all around.

Postcardy, it had escaped....

Leah, poor monkeys...

Steve, no problem!

CG, get in there!
17 February 2012 at 13:54
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