Showing posts with label pathetic dog owner. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pathetic dog owner. Show all posts

Sunday, September 21, 2008

The Pet Blogger

I can't remember where I read it, but somewhere I read a rant about poets who blog too much about their pets. You're either an animal person or not. And with pugs, well, they are similar to Jeeps...if you don't have one, you might not quite understand.

In any case, I do think I need to blog more about writing. I think about writing so much that I rarely write about it. I should.

At the same time, if you want to see my work, you can check out the journals I have listed to the right. I love reading a variety of blogs and I especially love reading blogs about the poetic craft.

So I apologize about the dog pictures and nonsense, but I know you sorta like it too.

I am a real poet, I swear. The way I look at it is like this. I need a space where I can be gushy about Telemachus and Edith. This blog helps me keep that sentimentality out of my work. Okay, well once in a while it seeps into my work. But these dogs provide me with so much love and entertainment that I can't keep it all to myself.

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

Monday, December 3, 2007

It's that time again...

...when I can actually get away with dressing Telemachus.

Friday, September 21, 2007

My little thug pug

I put a hat on Telemachus today and he just sat there. What was I to do? I had to snap a picture. When I see dogs in clothes I always feel bad for them, but since T was a tiny pup, he has loved to wear clothes. The older I get, the more I become everything I ever made fun of. But, seriously, is there anything cuter than a chubby little pug in a baseball cap?