I signed up to dogster and the cat version a couple of years ago. Your pet can keep a journal/blog there but I hadn't thought about doing this on a grander, more public scale.
For now, I think I'll stick to hoping I capture some of his funnier moments on film. He certainly is a character. If he were to keep a blog, he'd have stories of his own to share. .. you might catch him writing something like...
Last night I was resting on the loveseat when my mom called me from the kitchen. It was one of those magical moments most dogs dream about but never get to experience. Being beckoned from the kitchen after you've been fed? Can it get any better?
In my excitement, I thought about jumping over the back of the loveseat instead of alighting in a manner required of dog of my pedigree. A cackle from my dad brought me back to my senses. But you better believe once my paws hit the ground, I was running into that kitchen. Life is so uncertain. You never know what can happen in a moment's notice.
To my utter surprise and absolute delight, there was a chunk of chicken on the floor. Normally I take offense to the command "clean it up." Really, what is that all about? Do I have Hoover or Dyson written on my name tag and no one told me? Last night was an exception. Clumsy Mom, God love her, dropped half a chicken breast on the floor. It was succulent. It was dressed with, get this, tomatoes, fresh thyme, and, now hold on fellas, real bacon.
Surely had I known there was real bacon, I would've risked bodily injury and jumped over the back of the loveseat. Earlier this week I had some leftover spinach. Not bad at all. OK, yes, it was cooked in bacon grease but I definitely got a full serving of veggies with this one.
Here's why I need to think more about veggies and less about bacon: None of my clothes fit me anymore!
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