Wednesday, April 18, 2012

A-Z Blog Challenge "P"- Poodle in the Microwave

Day fifteen and the letter "P" for the A-Z Blog Challenge. If this is your first time here, my A-Z challenge is based on Urban Legends, and follows the life of a small town Nevada reporter, Adele.
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Adele's story continues...
Poor Petey the Poodle. It sounds like something out of a macabre children's book. This happened, supposedly, sometime in the mid-70's, and I found the archive piece in the old Goldtown Journal, complete with a gory and grainy black and white picture.
I personally think it was a slow news day and my predecessors at the Journal were looking for something to happen in our small town and since nothing was, they decided to create their own story. According to the Journal, the poor Widow O'Brien, an mining widow, was a little addled in her brain after her husband's death a year or two before. (This I DID look up, and it seems Maisie O'Brien did exist, and her husband has indeed been a miner. They had been married for about 40 years. I'm sure I wouldn't be the same, either.) The Widow O'Brien decided to give little Petey the Poodle a bath and subsequently dry him off in the Microwave--a somewhat new invention in the early 70's in rural Nevada. The result, tragically, was a dead exploded poodle covered in burn scars.  
My analysis, besides the slow new day that prompted my predecessors to contrive this story, is really a cautionary tale about people's nonchalance towards risk-free technology, and dismissiveness towards both elderly people and animals. Stories like this serve as a kind of thermometer on how we view the more helpless among us.

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