What to expect?

1. This blog is about the dogs in my life. And maybe motherhood. Wifely duties. A deep affinity for the amber liquors that bolster my ability to endure all three. But mostly about the dogs.  Dogs I once owned, and the dogs to come. 
2. You’re welcome to share stories about your dogs. Same for the motherhood and wifely duties crap.
3. Blog Rating: PG-13. May contain adult situations.
4. I will, however, refrain from unnecessarily foul language.
5. In keeping with the greatest animal writers, and out of respect for animals, I will work hard to avoid anthropomorphizing dogs and for that matter, all of God’s creatures.
6. Count on regular references to literary dogs. (And by this I mean, for example, Tulip. Not Philip Roth.)
7. I’m not a religious freak; that “God’s creatures” business was just me unable to think of another word for animals.
8. Chipmunks may talk from time to time. Because chipmunks, and I think history proves this, deserve it. Maddening little motherfuckers.
9. I will continue posting for 6 months and then reevaluate. That gives me until… hang on…counting ahead from the day I launched….December 21st.  The winter solstice.  My goal has a name! Now it’s definitely my end date.  I believe this to be a sure-fire sign of a book deal.
10. Recall point #1; this is not about a getting book deal, it’s about my dogs.
11. Wow. The winter solstice!  Shortest day of the year. Interestingly, this is also my parents’ wedding anniversary.
12. My father died 12 years ago. My mother has been happily remarried for years.  Her new anniversary is in May.
13. I will not end any blog lists on the number 13.  Who gets selected to adopt a beautiful Brittany, much less lands a book deal, by not attending to superstitions? I don’t stop on sidewalk cracks either; please reference #12 for substantiating proof point.
14. I will post a few times a week. That is the all I can offer you.
15. I should be clear; I don’t actually HAVE a dog at the moment. I’m between animals.
16. And finally, I will stop before the cutesy, devicey stuff gets to be too much. 
17. Or shortly thereafter.