I am beginning to think that we never truly forget anything. It’s just that all the garbage we assimilated in our youth is now floating around in our brains untethered to the reason they were there in the first place.
Such was the case this morning when I awoke with, not a soothing melody flowing through my mind, but loud obnoxious circus music that seemed vaguely familiar. As the music marched round my brain, it was unable to connect with the memory from whence it came. However, being someone who fancies himself of scientific mind, I devised a plan.
Using my brain as a Large Hadron Collider, I sent the music along with carefully selected random thoughts racing in opposite directions around my brain, fueled by ever increasing amounts of caffeine. Finally, at the optimum energy level of a strong cup of cappuccino, the collision happened and Rocky the Squirrel and Bullwinkle the Moose materialized out of the primordial particles created by the collision.
Now at this point I imagine most of you are either marveling at my intelligence or you have huge cartoon caption balloon over your head that says “WTF?” But I digress.
Thinking of Rocky and Bullwinkle brings to mind the smartest dog I knew as a kid, Mr. Peabody.
For those of you who weren’t around when dinosaurs roamed the earth, Mr. Peabody was a rather intelligent, bespectacled, talking dog with a bowtie — who, along with his boy, Sherman, were time travelers via Mr. Peabody’s WABAC (pronounced way back) Machine.
In this clip, we see the story of how Peabody came to adopt Sherman. We see how Peabody devised to keep a boy in an apartment. And, we see why, as Peabody puts it, “Every dog should have a boy!”