I have a confession to make.
I am a dog spotter. Every few days I go down to the park just to watch them running around, tongues lolling, ears flapping, their ridiculous spindly legs flailing about uncontrollably. They are so silky, with their shiny, gleaming coats glistening in the sunlight, but also so very, very stupid. THE BALL IS STILL IN MY HAND, FOOL! It never gets old.
Watching the Brothers McLeod’s mini series “Dogg” is a similarly pleasant experience. From the creative duo who brought you spam poetry, a trainee ninja, and, errr, animated sticks, come the delightful tales of Dogg, a fleet-footed, yappy canine. Dogg goes about his daily doggy business, but with distinctive human flair. He wears spectacles and has a rather jaunty hat. He also has a pogo stick, and visits a Museum of Egg, but you’ll have to watch all three episodes to get the full story.
If I had a dog, I would want it to be Dogg. I would groom its spotty fur and take it for walks in the stylishly understated, colourful backgrounds. I would feed it long links of sausages, and we could have long, yappy conversations about dog related things: sticks, tails, the lack of adequate toilet facilities. Sadly I’ll have to make do with the occasional trip to the park, and, on rainy days, hope that episode 4 is on its way.
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