“IT was a dark and stormy night…” So began his magnum opus, a household name he may be, but it wasn’t through literature that he captured the minds and hearts of more than two generations. It was his looks; his now fading looks. At 60 the downward slant of his eyes has been accentuated by gravity, his rooftop eyrie is no longer just a skip and a jump away and his saggy ears make for one very messy pup at dinnertime. His was the first poster that I blu tacked onto my bedroom wall. Just looking at his face made me feel secure, happy and contented, I still feel a little tickle in my heart whenever I look at him.
Age cannot wither him and I surely speak for millions when I declare: “I love you, Snoopy!”
Here are a few reasons why:
1) He is of Viking extraction as his name comes from the Norwegian term Snuppa.
2) Literature holds a dear place in his heart. One of his favourite novels is War and Peace which he is currently reading at a rate of one word per day. I figure he must be on page 42.
3) He made his first appearance in Peanuts on October 4, 1950 (which makes him a Libra) he was rather shy and reserved for the first two years, not speaking until 27 May, 1952.
4) He loves nothing more than a quiet night in with root beer and pizza, while his favourite type of dog food is a niche brand, “For Dogs Who Flew in World War One And Understand A Little French.” (He also understands Serbo-Croat.)
5) His is a heart that has known true pain, having been jilted at the altar when the object of his affection ran off with his brother, Spike, whom the bitch also abandoned for a coyote. Known to over indulge in his feeding bowl after affairs of the heart, he once commented: “I’ll always have a few memories – and a fat stomach."
6) He is a man of wealth and taste as his art collection includes a Van Gogh and an Andrew Wyeth.
7) His father was a rebel rousing hunt saboteur: Snoopy: “My dad used to run with the hounds but his sympathies were elsewhere. He used to run on ahead and warn the rabbits!”
8) The final ‘Peanuts’ cartoon ran on 12 February, 2000 the day after Charles M. Schultz died. The last image, on the bottom corner of the last panel, was Snoopy at his typewriter pondering what to type next.
My head is up, my arms are out, my hips are swaying, who wants to join me in the Snoopy dance today? It will put a smile on your face!