Questionably Fabulous

So here is like, the God of all Dogs who Blog…  Let me rephrase…  I am the ONLY dog that my mom and I know about who actually writes their own blog but this dog is much famous-er than me cause his mom is much famous-er than my mom.  As far as blogs go anyway, cause lets face it, my mom’s a pretty f-ing big deal. 

Taken from Dooce.com (http://www.dooce.com/daily-chuck/2009/09/15/canine-coup)

Anyway, so here she is, all retired and shit, she gets to surf the internet, read her favorite blogs, share them with me etc.  And all of this is great cause now I don’t have to be in my crate quite as much, but the bottom line is, and I’m getting to the point, be patient, the bottom line is that I simply cannot live up to standards like these.  I mean, come on Chuck, seriously?  Do you have to go and pose for a picture like this one where mom then turns to me and is all “Bob, you can barely sit on the floor and pay attention long enough to bark your blog to me…  This dog goes and edits all his own head shots.  Stop being so freaking lazy!”  And I’m all, “Um, excuse me mom!”  Then I make her wait until I check my penis and see if a) it is still there and b) if I’ve leaked at all cause you know how nervous I get when humans make direct eye contact with me and I’m unsure why.  Then, once I’ve verified that it is still there and that I did leak a smige, I look up at her in my most beautiful of Jack Russell eyes and say, “I’m sorry for the pee.  But truthfully, you were the one who named me after a pot smoking Rasta.  Bob Marley is practically the King of laid back.  So you’ll just have to pardon me while I go over to my bed for my first of several afternoon naps.”  And then for good measure, when I’m stretching out into Downward Dog I say “And remember, you’re lucky I even blog at all let alone sit at your desk and do all of your work for you.”