Here within these virtual pages, I will use my human to relate to those of you not fortunate enough to be a dog, what a dog's life is really like. Occasionally, I will share bits of canine wisdom I have gained and perhaps pose philosophical and other questions.
First, though, an introduction. My name is Oliver, and I am a six-year old, tri-color, purebred Beagle. I am a member of hound royalty, but I do not expect you to bow before me. No, seriously. Get up, you're embarrassing yourself and me.
My humans are a pretty good group, as humans go. They feed me, they let me sleep, and they occasionally let me play keep away with a tennis ball.
I think that will do for a start. This blogging stuff is hard, and I need to get some rest. I'll leave with a question that has bothered me for several months now. Humans teach us dogs how to "shake hands" with them and learn their form of greeting. Why won't they let us teach them to sniff each other's butts so they can learn ours?
Bark. Bark. Howl.
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