Blooper

My dog just said, "Can I write today's blog?"

I said, "Sure". So, here's Blooper!:

Hi everyone, I'm Blooper. First I want to say, I'm not Brooks' dog. I don't think he would like if I said Brooks is my person.

Second, I want to clarify that this is not a special event. You may look at me and say, "Awwww, the cute dawgie is typing!" But I'm not any different than you. Sure, I'm covered with hair and I walk on all fours. But I'm aware of myself as an individual the same as you. I have thoughts. I have a name. I have certain foods that I like, and those that I dislike. I like affection. I like to have fun.

Plus we both have animal instincts. Brooks and I will be out for an easy going walk when all of a sudden I see a squirrel digging for acorns, and I go nuts. I can't help running after it with the hopes that I can kill and eat the rodent. But I've seen Brooks, in the midst of some intellectual exposition, suddenly see his girlfriend without a shirt. I don't want to go into details about what happens because he's easily embarrassed and will delete this, but I'll say we suddenly become equals.

Anyway, I don't expect you to change your views of dogs overnight. We are pretty cute creatures and it's hard to not say the silliest of things to us. I saw myself in the mirror yesterday and I was like, "Awwwww, look at you!!! I want to pet your furry little head!"

Thanks for listening.
Yours,
Blooper