And that someone’s gonna be me – Toby.
Lately I’ve noticed that one of my peoples, the one called “Donna,” seems to be neglecting this blog. She says she’s been too busy trying to work on her “fiction” – but truth be told, most times she just sits there cursing at the computer screen. Or sometimes she
wastes time at visits some writer’s forum. She says it’s for “research”. Do you believe that? Nah. I didn’t either. I think she’s playing solitaire…
But whatever she’s doing, she’s been leaving all you guys, her faithful readers, hanging – so I’ve decided to put on my big boy collar and take charge.
Why me? Why Toby?
Well, Leah certainly can’t do it. She’s too busy staring out the window, muttering to herself about all of the feral cats she can’t reach because of some stupid fence. Or else she lays ’round the house, acting like she can’t get up on all four feet, because she has “the old.” But put a cat down in front of her and you’ll realize it’s all a sham.
And Meadow? Hah! That’s a laugh. The computer might beep or make some other weird sound, which will send her skittering behind the sofa. And if the power-cord somehow shifts and touches her, she’ll freeze in place, standing there like a deer in the headlights, until someone comes along, removes it, and tells her everything’s “okay.”
Can’t let the cats do the work either. It is a dog blog after all. Besides that – they’d much rather lick themselves, or walk around waving their butts in the air. They really never do anything useful. I’m not even sure why my peoples let them live here.
So that leaves just me. Toby. The Lab. So stick around. Pull up a dog bed. Grab something to chew on. Because I’m going to be
digging up all of my people’s dirt putting up some pawesome posts for all you pups out there. (And for you two-leggers too.)