Catherine the Great, the Bestest Bulldog in All the Land (Part two...)

Schnorring

In my previous (first) Catherine the Great blog post, I mentioned her penchant for schnorring. Begging. Or, in the honorable sense that I can't help but use with such a sweet, affectionate hound (1), "fundraising." (She is my favorite canine charity. Sorry, Lisa Milot—though Athenspets has a special place in my heart. And may Bagel's memory be for a blessing. Sandra Lawson, a Reconstructionist—as am I—rabbi I follow on FB, used that traditional Jewish blessing for someone who has died, a reference to Proverbs 10:7, referring to their own late dog.)

Anyway, the point: This is schnorring.

Not merely an example, nor an ideal. This is, I aver, the veritable Platonic ideal of schnorring. (I said what I said.)

Professional fundraisers the Jewish community over should hang their heads in shame (and go give love to their very fortunate domestic animals, of whatever sort). 

1. Given the extent to which she uses, and enjoys, sniffing the air, and given her relative jowliness (and the fact that she's gentle enough that she could retrieve an undamaged bird, in shallow water), Catherine is a scenthound. I will not be entertaining any questions at this time.