Schnitzel von Krumm is my favouritest name for a dog, ever.

Since P2 started Lori now only recognises 6 kinds of dogs. All dogs are one of these 6 kinds. They must not be spoken except with their full name. It's not just "Hercules Morse", it's "Hercules Morse, as big as a horse." It's not just "Muffin Maclay", it's "Muffin Maclay, like a bundle of hay".

Every dog we see in the street is described thusly, "Look it's Bottomley Potts, all covered in spots!", or "That one's a Bitzer Maloney, all skinny and bony, except brown, because Bitzer is grey, Mummy."

So, when I saw these shoes, I obviously shouted, "Oh, oh, oh, it's Schnitzel von Krumm, with a very low tum," because that's the kind of shoe they are.

Although to be honest, when I thought about it, they did look a bit more Bitzer, and actually, the process I just went through in changing my categorisation half-way through because dogs (or shoes of dogs) DON'T ACTUALLY FIT INTO ONLY 6 VARIETIES was a very good representation of the  conversations I have with Lori when she tries to categorise all dogs into said 6 varieties. I should really take the opportunity presented by this to have a meaningful talk with her about the dangers of stereotyping (Note to self: do this tomorrow on school walk! No, really, write it in your diary, or you will forget. You are that rubbish.).




They're not Bitzer. Or Schnitzel. They're shoes! But they're totally Bitzer. Or Schnitzel.

Continuing the artwork theme, here's a drawing I did in pencil for Lori to colour, for her homework, of the dogs of Donaldson's Dairy. This should explain everything:

Loricat doesn't seem to grasp that the cat, Scarface Claw, is not actually the hero of these stories. 

What? You don't consider shoddy artwork drawn by me and coloured by a 5 year-old an explanation?

Well, then:
a). I can't help you.
b). But Wikipedia can.