Oscars For Dogs

The Oscars will be announced on March 4th. To get myself ready for the occasion, I have decided to choose my own Oscars for Dogs in film. Over the years, there have been many films (hundreds?) where dogs played a key role in their success. The nominees for awards here (as well as the winners) are chosen by me and may (or may not) be the same as your choices. But don’t worry, my opinions are completely subjective.

Nominees: Best Live Action Films About Dogs…

As Good As It Gets

Best in Show

Eight Below

The Artist

White Fang


Nominees: Best Animated Films About Dogs…


Lady and The Tramp

The Secret Life of Pets


101 Dalmations



And my Oscar Goes To: Best Live Action Film: Best In Show. (see above) This was a surprise choice. It is a fine, humorous film but many complaints were heard. The most frequent was: “Too much of the story was about humans.”



And my Oscar goes to: Best Animated Film: Up. (see above) A fine cast brought this humorous, and at times poignant, film alive. Special mention must be given to “Dug, the dog” in a supporting role.



An Oscar also goes to: Best Actor in Live Action film: Maya, from Eight Below. (see above, 4th from left) She was the Alpha dog in the film. As the pack’s leader, she led them on their adventure when the dogs were left behind by the team of humans.



An Oscar also goes to: Best Actor in an Animated Film: Sparky, from Frankenweenie. (see above) He showed great range as the hero of this story. We saw 2 versions of him: BD (before death) and AD (after death). His performance was extraordinary in both conditions.



A Special Oscar also goes to: Rowlf. Although not in a film recently, his numerous previous efforts (eg, as part of The Muppets on television and in films) deserve this recognition. His next adventure is eagerly awaited. Most critics leave each of his performances with their mouth open –just as Rowlf does. There can be no finer compliment.

What winners would you choose in these categories?




About rcarmean

Two things... First, why have I decided to establish this blog? I like to put essays together. I research an idea or topic looking for information, statistics, stories, quotes, pictures, etc. I enjoy the process and seeing a finished product. I’m told that as I get older, new activities can help maintain energy and keep my brain alert. In other words, I am not doing this for money or fame. Second, regarding the gentleman in the collage of pictures above...it's not me. Those are photos of Christy Mathewson. Why him? When I was young, my primary activity was being sick. It took up much of my time. Eczema (a case so bad I was written up in a medical journal showing doctors what their patients COULD look like), asthma, and allergies. You know allergies: don’t eat this, don’t wear that, and, for Heaven’s sake, don’t touch any of these things (eg, dogs, cats, horses --I only saw horses in cowboy movies and TV shows, dust, swimming pools, my brother --OK, that’s an exaggeration, Rick was a fine brother). In my spare time between doctors' appointments, pills, and ointments, baseball kept me sane. In the 1940s and 1950s, when I grew up, pro footballI and basketball had not yet become extremely popular. Baseball truly was “the national pastime.” I listened to games on the radio (remember it? TV without the picture). I read magazines, books, and newspaper accounts of games. I collected baseball cards. I learned about the game’s history, as well as present. The same with its stars. One man stood out: Christy Mathewson. He was a great pitcher for the New York Giants in the early 20th century. But there was much more to him. At a time when professional athletes made little money (yes, there was such a time) and ball players were considered on the same level as actors, artists, and prostitutes, Mathewson stood out. One of his nicknames was: “The Christian Gentleman.” Most men is baseball drank, smoked, cursed, and fought —with other players, umpires, and fans. The fights were physical, not just verbal. Mathewson did none of these things. But he earned the respect of other players who did them all. Even Ty Cobb and John McGraw. There’s more. He was a college graduate (Bucknell University) when most men were lucky to have a high school diploma. He played other sports, including pro football which you wouldn’t recognize. He was handsome. He played in New York City, then as now, the largest city in the country. Excellence and popularity there meant fame and money. He dressed well. Today, his commercials would rival LeBron’s. And, finally, a hero’s life must have tragedy. After his playing career ended, WWI arrived. He suffered from influenza and was exposed to mustard gas. Chemical warfare. His lungs were damaged and he required treatment for the rest of his life. (Like my Grandfather who also fought in The Great War.) He died in 1925. He was 45 years old. I have his picture here because you need to know more about him than me. He was what an athlete could be. Players like him and their accomplishments got me through a sickly, painful childhood and can still sustain me in difficult times. *****
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