Hello, my name is Sherman. You can call me The General. This is my first blog post and, frankly, I don’t get it. What’s the point of blogging? Carol says she wants to “share her observations,” but who cares what she observes? Cats. So self-important.
In order to get a handle on the chaos Carol and her blog have created, we dogs commandeered one post a week. My nervous brother, Walter, agonized over what to do with our weekly post. Walter agonizes over a blade of grass stuck in his fur.
I’m the one that decided on Wordless Wednesday. We could put a picture on the blog and be done with it. But Walter insists we write something. Ridiculous.
If I weren’t starving from this terrible diet my moms and the vet put me on, I would have argued with him. But I have no energy. And I’m still recovering from the public shaming.
The worst part of this diet is that all of my chewies disappeared. My sister Eggnog had the last one and guarded it with her life. She gnawed on it in front of me, flaunting her freedom to eat what she wants while I tried to ignore my hunger pangs. But now that chewy’s gone, too.
Enough whining. I need to suck it up. Generals don’t journal about their feelings.
P.S. If you want to send me chewies, please do so covertly. Thank you.