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.
by Regis Boff
Clemson Boff, my puppy, eats ants. These insects, particularly the black and large-scale variety are hamstrung and virtually defenseless by their propensity to follow each other in a perfect line. Slow moving prey is perfect for lazy ass predators like Golden Retrievers.
He will lay close to their entrance opening into the kitchen and leisurely lick them up until he exhausts an entire nest.
Should he dose off and miss a couple, I will hear a substantial thud as he smashes the escapees with his giant front paws.