i have vague scratchy sunday morning memories, but i remember davey and goliath as being a great-looking show that instilled an odd sense of guilt by watching, partly from its religious parables and partly from not going to sunday school (you know, for a lutheran, i have catholic guilt nailed. must be my renegade finnish provincialism creeping in). then again, aren't talking dogs blasphemy?

after the numerous spoofs and the recent great mountain dew commerical (oh davey), davey and goliath are making a comeback. their resurrection means that 26 new episodes are being made, so we can all bask in the hazy memory of the stop animated check shirted boy and his slow talking dog and the new children can be torn between amusement and creepiness.

man, i wish i had a talking dog.
not like this, nor this, but yeah, a goliath.
or mcgruff.
taking a bite outta crime, yeah.