This page is dedicated to the memory of Moon and Smiling Dog, two ne'er-do-wells who did not survive the Seventies. They always dreamed that one day they would make that big score that would enable them to retire from a life of crime and
buy a Poodle Ranch in the distant reaches of Beverly Hills. They dreamed
of settling down to a satisfying, useful life as Poodle ranchers; spending
their waning years riding across the open greens in their trusty golf carts,
with their rhinestone lariats twirling as they rounded up the little doggies.
I spent many a late night hour, in their company, the flickering light of a television illuminating the room, as we talked and schemed and planned how things would be. The
dream of the Poodle Ranch was all that sustained us in those desperate days,
and without this vision of a rosy future to look forward to, we never would
have made it as far as we did. Now that Moon and Smiling Dog are gone, I
would like to dedicate this page to their memory. And also to the memory
of all the Rickys out there who may or may not
have shared in Moon and Smiling Dog's vision, but are also no longer with
us.
What you see is just a beginning. We invite you to e-mail us your contributions to the Poodle Page. All images, fiction, poetry, and related trivia will
be considered and, if used, the source acknowledged. You can see your contributions
right here on the Poodle Page.
