Paw Power
Dear reader,
Okay. Enough with the longwinded sentences and mushy love stories that my mom likes to write about. This blog needs a new dazzling update and I'm just the pup for the job! She left for the dentist a while ago and as I climbed up onto her flowery and nicely cushioned desk chair (as is my usual routine when she leaves) I noticed that her laptop was conveniently perched in an open and on position atop her cluttered desk. Staring back at me on the screen was her blog.
Yes, I know ALLLL about this blog... My mom likes to read (at nauseam) everything she writes to me and Julep. Over and over and over again we listen to her stories when we should be playing outside instead. By the fifth reading of whatever she is working on, I always think that I should walk out of the room and find a more peaceful place to lounge. But I never do.
So, this time, instead of passing my time observing the path of the squirrels and birds that zig zag around the garden outside, I have decided to help my droning mother by putting these paws to use and finishing these blogs for her!
You may be questioning my astounding ability to type on these tiny keys, but don't ponder too deeply. You would be amazed by the dexterity of these webbed and mud encrusted paws! (Hint: it helps to keep your nails long, which is why I fight to the death whenever my mom and dad try to pin me down for a nail clipping).
Oh bologna! My dad's home! I need to go look like I've been beating up on Julep or something to throw him off the doggy blogging scent. Stay tuned for my improved posts - I plan to just delete everything else that my mom continues to write from here on (she'll thank me later).
Sincerely and yours truly,
Paloma
PS- You're welcome.
Okay. Enough with the longwinded sentences and mushy love stories that my mom likes to write about. This blog needs a new dazzling update and I'm just the pup for the job! She left for the dentist a while ago and as I climbed up onto her flowery and nicely cushioned desk chair (as is my usual routine when she leaves) I noticed that her laptop was conveniently perched in an open and on position atop her cluttered desk. Staring back at me on the screen was her blog.
Yes, I know ALLLL about this blog... My mom likes to read (at nauseam) everything she writes to me and Julep. Over and over and over again we listen to her stories when we should be playing outside instead. By the fifth reading of whatever she is working on, I always think that I should walk out of the room and find a more peaceful place to lounge. But I never do.
So, this time, instead of passing my time observing the path of the squirrels and birds that zig zag around the garden outside, I have decided to help my droning mother by putting these paws to use and finishing these blogs for her!
You may be questioning my astounding ability to type on these tiny keys, but don't ponder too deeply. You would be amazed by the dexterity of these webbed and mud encrusted paws! (Hint: it helps to keep your nails long, which is why I fight to the death whenever my mom and dad try to pin me down for a nail clipping).
Oh bologna! My dad's home! I need to go look like I've been beating up on Julep or something to throw him off the doggy blogging scent. Stay tuned for my improved posts - I plan to just delete everything else that my mom continues to write from here on (she'll thank me later).
Sincerely and yours truly,
Paloma
PS- You're welcome.
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