I can’t believe I’m doing this, but D.O.G down the street
keeps his own blog, and I simply can’t let a canine beat me.
D.O.G. That’s not pronounced like the word “dog”;
that’s the letters D, O, and G pronounced in order. Like “dee-oh-jee.” What a completely unoriginal name. His owners are apparently dim-wits. At least I get a good laugh out of it.
I’m not
entirely sure how I’m supposed to do this.
Since it’s my first post, maybe I should introduce myself. Hi, to whoever is reading this; my name is Mitchell. That is the name my mother gave me at
birth. You can call me Mitch for
short. However, my staff members call me
Mr. Whiskers. (…I take it back. D.O.G.’s owners don’t seem so dim-witted
now.)
Maybe I should clarify what I mean
by “staff members.” You may know these
humans by another term I’ve already used: “owners.” D.O.G. has owners. I have staff.
The humans think they are my owners, and I continue to let them keep
thinking that. Honestly, it tends to
work out better for me that way. They
are less frustrated when I don’t try to boss them around, and this translates
into me getting spoiled a lot more because they think I’m adorable. Sometimes you just have to play stupid to
ultimately be in control. Ironically
awesome.
Do personalities often share their
life stories on these blogs? I suppose I
could do that, but maybe the next post.
Pretty sure I hear tuna being opened in the kitchen… Did I mention I
just did some adorable tricks for the staff?
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