Rainy Days and Dog Blogs

I have often thought about giving my dog Cassidy her own blog. (Tentative title: I'm All Ears -- because Cassidy has both very large ears and tons of great advice to give.) I thought it could be a fun forum, and re-telling the events of the day from a dog's perspective might make the rather mundane tasks of waiting for the mailman and seeing who is on today's episode of WifeSwap slightly more interesting. Might.

Up until now, the main reason I haven't created a blog for Cassidy is that I didn't want to have to share this information with potential boyfriends. After all, one of my primary goals in life, after publishing a book and developing the self-control not to eat my weight in chips and salsa after every single Mexican restaurant I visit, is not dying alone. And, somehow I think that explaining to dates that one of my hobbies is writing an Internet journal in an affected canine third person wouldn't help me out with that last one.

But, ever since the BF didn't seem too frightened when I mentioned wanting a blog for Cassidy, I've gone back to the idea. 

(Plus, Cassidy's blog is only the beginning of what I imagine to be our joint celebrity life as humorists and general gals-about-town.)

Unfortunately though, then there are days like yesterday when all Cassidy and I do are wait for the rain to pass, watch Lifetime movies and ponder the stray cat that seems to live on my porch now. Even with Cassidy's gleaming wit and keen observation, I'm pretty sure all I could get out of that one are:

"Cats suck. I didn't know Daphne Zuniga still got work." ~Cassidy Belle Mills

I don't think that one's going to get us any closer to Oprah or international renown.

*Photo represents the slightly terrifying extent of my fantasies about Cassidy's and my future celebrity.