Words are the tools of my trade. I'd be lost without them. I remember how frustrated I would get when no one understood my barks. That is why I learned words.
I had long thought that being without words was a disadvantage. I had forgotten the entertainers, Harpo, Chaplin, Jaws, and Pluto who thrived without words.
But that was film. My venues were blogs and books. You cannot succeed in those fields without words.
This past week my friends Toby, Geordie and their mom J. Lawson proved me wrong.
I already owned one of their books, “Poopiter.” It is a fanciful collection of humorous cartoons, sketches, and drawings. The humor was both in the pictures and in words captured by air bubbles that floated above the character’s heads.
I was eager to get their latest book “Dream Our World” (available on Amazon by clicking here.) I anticipated more funny lines and pithy quips.
I opened the book and quickly flipped through the pages. I admired the sturdy paper. Much more durable than the cheap stock I use. Lucious artwork exploded from every page. But then I noticed that the words were missing.
I flipped through the book again, figuring somewhere the words must be contained in a packet that needed to be added after purchase. I held it upside down and shook, but no words fell out.
How can there be a book without words? I decided to start from the beginning and find out.
The story begins with Geordie in his red collar and Toby in his green shirt entering the Museum of Imagination. They look at and humorously react to the classic paintings on the walls. On closer inspection, there's something different about these masterpieces.
Two dogs who look suspiciously like our protagonists scurry on the table at the Last Supper. A dog reaches out with a paw to God at the birth of creation. Mona Lisa can't help but smile when she gets licks from a puppy. In American Gothic, the farmer and his wife look like Geordie and Toby's grandparents.
But this book is more than a story of two dogs reacting to fine art. During the course of the book, the essence of their relationship is explored. Geordie is every parent who's ever taken a child to a museum. At times exasperated, at time mused, at others patient and understanding. Geordie patiently waits while Toby enjoys his lunch complete with the sippy straw. Geordie remains outside the restroom for his little brother. At the end of the day when Toby's too tired to carry on, Geordie picks him up and sleeps on your shoulder.
Every writer needs a vehicle to tell their story, and the museum is the vehicle to tell the story of the love between two brothers.
It reminded me of my relationship with Pocket when I was a mortal dog. I think it'll make any sibling recall what it was like growing up with someone older and younger in the family.
And most of all they did it without words. I didn't think it was possible.
A tip of the tail to my two wordless friends and their mom who can convey so much without dropping so much as a vowel.
Pick up a copy. It is guaranteed to make your day.