I'm classy man... er dog...I enjoy the quiet nights with a bowl of cold water and a nice premium peanut butter flavored rawhide, like any exquisite canine as myself would. A taste of Louis Primas "Pennies from Heaven" ringing through the house induces back scratching sessions that come off as jive'n.
I'd like to let you know, after a hiatus due to traveling the known world in search of all that is dog, I have returned faithful followers!... to indulge you with specks of my knowledge and handsome dashing looks. For those who are new to my exuberant highly regarded banter for life, I am Sir Harry "Duke" Winston. I'm currently in the humble abode of two hairless, who shower me with love and high pitched baby talk. I am a world traveler, marking my posts along the walking paths of such cosmos. With that I will get down to business of why I returned...
I am here to leave those of you with essential understanding of how a heroic canine perceives the world with such ideas of why we must lick our loins, speak unto objects that are not animate, endlessly wait for our hairless to return home and provide musing kisses to small babes. For the remainder of the year when I am not traveling, I will drop dimes of cognitive insight to you peons. Do not be surprised if I speak the tongue of the locals of where I am writing you from. Expect grand themes and witty remarks about figures such as the presidents dog, Oprah's wrinkles and how Lady Gaga is the most endangered species from the Galapagos.
With that, I bid you adieu
Sir Harry "Duke" Winston
Post Script...The photograph of myself is from the wild African plains chasing the fabled Le Tenius Ballod
