My name is Grey, and I am a dog.
Baloney, you say? Yeah, baloney! I like baloney. And pepperoni and chicken - chicken in a can! - and Greenies and fish sandwiches and -
Sorry. See, I am a dog, and I am a very simple dog. Which is why I am writing a blog. My people are not very simple. In fact, they are too busy and complicated to keep up with a blog, so I am doing it for them. This is just one of the services I offer, being a very simple dog, with complicated people.
In fact, as I write this, my people are at a baseball game. Talker and Player left on their bikes, and then Big One followed in his car. I like going for car rides. I stick my nose just slightly out the window because I do not like it when the wind gets in my eyes. I want to see what I am smelling and I cannot if I am blinking and tearing up like crazy. Plus it is not cool to be crying if another dog sees me. I have been to lots of places in the car and sometimes I even get to go for a ride in the van! Oh. The van. Now I remember. That is what Boss drove to the game a little later, but I think she would rather work on her pretty-paper-picture-story pages. At least, I think that is what the little shriek meant when the timer went off.
So that is pretty much it. I will keep track of what is going on with my people and record their stuff here for you. Simple, right?
Right. Because I am a very simple dog with complicated people.