The clearest description I have managed so far about my blog is that it is not about cats. In general, I find predators pretty predictable while prey on the other-hand, because they live in universes of anxiety, develop more textured personalities. I also have as a writer a deft hand when it comes to making matters worse, so of course , the already panicky are ready made for me. I will try to grow this blog into an assortment of laughs, because that is what my life has mostly taught me to do. I will use the famous people I have known to get your attention and then tell you small but many times wonderful things about them. I will never name the ones I say ugly things about but I hope you will guess who they are.
My Dog Pluto and God
by Regis Boff
I have to confess that I believe in little, and in this, I have much in common with my dog, Pluto.
Pluto, though devoted, finds me unremarkable because of my persistent misunderstanding of his needs, which are few yet firm. He spends his day sitting around sending dog thought telegrams about what he wants. To him I am, except on the predictable occasion, blind, deaf, and dumber than he.
Of course, this means that he is to me, what I am to God. In fact, my record makes me look like Peyton Manning when balanced against the All-Great and Powerful.