I was so happy when I picked up my latest New Yorker magazine, and saw that the cover was by my favourite cartoonist, George Booth. I recognized his style immediately, especially the Booth dog dawg. I am George Booth's biggest fan. He sees everything exactly the same way I do. The description of his work is quoted as: In a doodler's style, his cartoons feature everymen beset by modern complexity, goofballs perplexing their spouses, cats, and very often a fat dog. One signature element is a ceiling light bulb on a cord pulled out of vertical by another cord attached to an electrical appliance such as a toaster. I have always thought that if ever I get another dog, it definitely will be a Booth dawg. Here are a few of my favourite Booth cartoons.
"We located the hissing noise, Mr. Watkins. Your wife's mother is in the back seat."
"The dog ate my magnetic insoles."
"Forty-one years of marriage. That's a long, long, long learning curve."
"Whistle, you dumb bastard!"
"Write about dogs!"
George Booth did write a book about dogs, and he also wrote another wonderful cartoon book called "Think Good Thoughts About a Pussycat", of which I still have a copy. I was once asked if I had a choice of seven people I would like to meet and have a conversation with, who would they be. At the top of my list was George Booth. He has the most wonderful sense of irony, and sense of the ridiculous. He teaches us that, for all its seriousness, life is really just a lot of fun, as long as we are able to keep our eyes open for the hilarity.