There was this cartoon in the New Yorker before I was born that had a dog sitting in front of the tappy thing and the screen that has pictures on it, yanno the thing I’m using right now to write my blog? Anyways. The dog was telling one of his buddies, “On the Internet nobody knows you’re a dog.”
Well why not?
I like being a dog. Being a dog is better than being a two legged companion. I don’t have to worry about hardly nothing. I get to eat really good food. Take naps whenever I want and play. Play, and run and jump and play. Oh, and give Brian and Dee lots of kisses to get them up when the sun rises in the morning. If that doesn’t work I jump on and off the bed. Then they get up.
Me and Rose, my bestest friend, are dogs and proud of it.
Kate, the cute one.