I sit here thinking, "Why am I laying on my humans rump?". It's Rhetorical of course, I mean who is going to answer that inside of a dogs head? No one....or at least I hope.
Anyways, these are the thoughts, passions, memoirs and adventures of a dashing and quite handsome four legged phenom know as the knightly one himself, Sir Harry "Duke" Winston, but as my rabid fan base would say, "Just call me Duke".
I didn't pick this name, my humans picked it for me. I mean as extravagant and bold of a name as Duke is, it's almost brutish and....brainless. It's not as if I am some Pomeranian running into fences now is it? No, no it's not...
quick introduction to my humans:
J, he's my main man. Some friendly bouts of wrestling (which I ALWAYS win of course) and backyard games of catch supplement most of our life. Also that of watching him yell at the picture box when the other humans are playing catch and bullying one another around for that beautiful ball. We play staring games often, more or less just to pass the time and I wonder to this day if the human brain is really more powerful than that of the canine....doubt it....
C, she's my hairless mother. Like J, she talks to me in this stupid voice like I am some hairless baby. I mean come on, I'm freaking three years old! They seem to like it when I jump around and act like a "Dopey Puppy", if they only knew the joke was on them haha. She's a good human, takes care of me and keeps me warm in bed, that is until I push her out of it :) ...
Again, you may be wondering why an animal without an opposable thumb is typing this all out. Don't worry about it, I mean am I sticking my nose in your butt to see where you have been? No, I'm not...
Well, that's it for my first post, I'm Duke, thats my picture up in the corner and I'm off to spread eagle on my back next to the fire, like any civilizied, intelligent being would....
