The dog seems to be wearing an Admiral Relativity
cap, or perhaps a Napoleon's hat,
to go with the recent reference above to Josephine
The world can become addicted to a cliff-handing serial thriller, and
the visionary sky presents us with one every day.
There is also the monthly Age Transformation
This month it is "Will Green survive his
Star Queen case of the July hots
I am now narrowing my waist and cooling out for the astral
"Sees-Her Augustus" roaming-empire Orion-Rising star show
, in which
the Wing-Robe of Orion
appears on the horizon and
by and by the Dog star Sirius
appears to close the giant flying saucer arc of stars around Orion:
Sirius, Procyon, Pollux, Castor, Menkalinan, and Capella (the Winter Crescent). In the Spring
this becomes a rainbow of stars around Orion at the position of the setting sun, with Gemini held high in All Hail position
as the Big Dipper, drawn by Leo, seems to water the earth with Orion's beer from Charles Wain.
The Dog Days of August begin
when Sirius in Canis Major appears on the Eastern horizon in mid-August. The weather scene also refers
to my recent story
Every Breath You Take
by the Police.
Note that the moon dog on the moon
(the moon god as a young pup)
gets shafted on his travels as his
hosts study his resume Profile
marked with the crater Proclus.
Also, on the day you become depressed with engineering, you might roll up your resume,
grease it, and ease it up your behind, just to be sure that you've got it all behind you.
Don't do that. It's hard to dig it out of there: the paper sticks
to the interior surface and extraction can be quite worrisome.
The pet moon dog is perhaps shown extracting his resume from his bottom to apply it as the constellation
Gemini, with the whole legend of Orion carried by the runner Lepus, who the dog speeds along with a bark.
Of course, the Napoleonic dog wants more "empire" for himself, more happiNeSS,
more celebration and making out with smiling favorites, and he's "Sirius" about it.
Engineers may hope to be adopted as suitable reliable-worker pets,
and listen up at interviews after submitting their papers
to be closely examined as smart cracks in a back pack.
On the other hand cheerful fellows with no work history to evaluate
and a brilliant cracks on their lips are shot down, although they may have good luck with the girls as the Lord.
Music: Crackerbox Palace
by George Harrison.