If you’ve ever wished you could trade your overthinking human brain for a simple, joyful, supper-time-oriented dog brain—just for an afternoon—Coccovision is the escape hatch. The term is a portmanteau of “Cocoa” (as in Joe Cool’s preferred beverage? Or perhaps the warm, brown hue of Snoopy’s fur) and “Vision.” But more accurately, it plays off the Italian word cocco , meaning “cuddle” or “treasured one,” combined with television or vision .
Snoopy lives for his supper. Not just the eating of it, but the anticipation . Coccovision means celebrating the small rhythms: the first sip of morning coffee, the click of a seatbelt after a long day, the moment you finally sit down on the couch. These are not pauses between events; these are the events. snoopy coccovision
Look at the moon and howl for no reason. Nap when you are tired. Love your friends fiercely, even if you never say a word to them. And always, always believe that supper is just around the corner. If you’ve ever wished you could trade your
Snoopy’s primary language is the thought bubble. He doesn’t waste energy on small talk. He lies on his doghouse, stares at the sky, and thinks deep, hilarious, or nonsensical thoughts. Coccovision encourages internal monologue. It gives you permission to talk to yourself, to dance alone in the kitchen, and to narrate your actions as if you have a captive audience of birds and a sleepy yellow kid named Linus. Snoopy lives for his supper