Then I would write a blog from the perspective of my dog named Blog. The blog would be called Blog the Dog.
And when he is having a bad day Blog will start his blog like this, “Hello. My name is Blog. I’m a dog. Today I’m in a fog. Yesterday I tried to eat a log. Today I just feel down. Down in a dreary bog. Signing off ~~ Blog, the Dog.”
And when he is having a good day his blog will begin this way, “Hello. My name is Blog. I’m a dog. Today I’m as happy as a hoppy frog. A frog who fell into a vat of grog. Today I slept by the fire… well actually it was a Yule log. Signing off ~~ Blog, the Dog.”
And when he is feeling particularly feisty his blog will begin in this way, “Hello. My name is Blog. I am a dog. Today I had a scrap with a wild hog. Let me just say that if you had a choice between fighting with a hog and receiving a flog. Choose a flog. Signing off ~~ Blog, the Dog.”
But my husband will probably not let me get a second dog and he already knows I have a love affair with my blog. I don’t think he would like it if I had a Blog that I could hug on and love and that licked me in the face. Mark my words, if I do get a dog named Blog he will have a blog and because he would be a Golden, he would win the Golden Blog Award.
And I think thus closes my most pointless ramble EVER.