Saw this movie twice already (i.e. Mr. Peabody and Sherman). Mr. Peabody really does rule. Such a great talking mutt. Made me wanna get rid of my bird and mail it to Harvard. Which incidentally cannot talk no matter how many mirrors I hang in the cage or how many obscenities I spend hours trying to teach it carefully. It's all about delivery and not pronunciation, I say to the bird, 'Woof-Woof-Woof.'
Worse case scenario is that if I can't train anything to talk to me then I can always just get the crabs.
bye, Jay Ward.
