Hullo everyone! Itâ€™s me, James.
My mom Caitlin is busy working on her book edits, so I offered to write a blog post for her. She said if a dog blogs, then heâ€™s a dogger. I hope you enjoy my first attempt at dogging (my mom was just informed this is a dirty word but letâ€™s roll with it because Iâ€™m only 5 years old and fixed so I donâ€™t know what sex is, anyway).
Caitlin always tells people what a good boy I am because I am really smart and well-behaved. I am also very quiet and never get nervous in new situations. I listen well and come whenever I am called. Apparently, I also possess a mastery of the English language, am capable of editing photographs, and can upload a blog post.
Basically, I am the polar opposite of Maggie.
What can I say? Opposites attract.
Caitlin took me to the Girls on the Run headquarters this morning. I love going to GOTR because everyone pets me. Sometimes, I even see other puppies there! I like other puppies as long as they are female and are smaller than me. Obviously.
Lisa, the program coordinator, and I had a meeting to discuss sponsorship opportunities. Iâ€™m trying to convince my dad (the Husband) to sponsor a booth at the GOTR 5K in December. I think heâ€™s going to do it!
I also picked up a first aid kit and name badges for Caitlin.
When we got home, I helped her prepare her coachâ€™s bag. Her new season starts tomorrow. She told me that she was nervous but Iâ€™m sure she will be just fine. After all, if she can control Maggie on a daily basis, 15 eight to ten year olds will be no big deal.
Caitlin was happy because she didnâ€™t have to cook lunch. She just reheated Santa Fe Casserole, which she cooked last night.
Hey â€“ Maggie wants to say hi. Here she is:
OMG OMG OMG What is that oh that is my tail kjdfdi87f8! kjdfkdj! pant pant pant kjdhgoidg9ufdg9b8n (*^&^$#&*^(* 0934h3hvnakjfn adjf BARK BARK BARK Where am I djfhdjgh0bh nhe vn sleep poop klmdkngifdu food food food BARK BARK BARK iejgkd hvuiv 0y909842748 8 Who are you Where is my mommy What is happening to me hfdjhfdkfd (*&*%&^$ Is this real life Where is my bed Help me Oh wait food food food BARK BARK BARK
Oh â€“ sorry! Itâ€™s James again. Thatâ€™s what I get for giving Maggie the keyboard.
Well, Iâ€™m off to go stare out the window, steal toys from Maggie, and look deeply into Dadâ€™s eyes until he gets the hint and gives me a treat. Bye!