The dog owns my life

My dog, Frida, would be so pleased (if dogs can feel 'pleased') to know that she's been mentioned two days straight.

Alas, this furry little Jack Russell-Pug mix has started a blog. I suspect it's being ghost-written by her other father - the Laverne to my Shirley - and though she doesn't talk much about politics, philosophy, pop culture or other such subjects, she does show-off some pictures of her and I that are simply delicious.

So here it is.

Now who says that bloggers aren't journalists?!