Greetings, blogospheric perusers and bookmarkers of notable frequency. My name is Poochini. According to the absurd taxonomies of your species-centric people, I am a mixed Schnauzer and cairn terrier.
Behold my stance.
I belong--if any dog can be said to belong to any human--to a composer who anoints himself Noizepunk (and more familiarly, Gene). Behold his website here. He left me in the temporary care of Histriomastix and the Clarinatrix, whose care for me is adequate. I walk them roughly four times a day and accept their tributes of food and drink. I have, furthermore, retained their services for waste-management on a case-by-case basis. I have declined Histriomastix's offers to tickets to a Broadway show (although I hear that Spring Awakening may be worth catching.) I shall be reunited with the Noizepunk today.
Now behold my gaze of disinterested intensity.
I accept your compliments, but do not await the reciprocal blandishment. For I am off to urinate on something. Or, barring that, to inspect a colleague's prior urination. While not large in stature, I am fearless in the face of other, larger colleagues who, should they so forget themselves and "get all up in my grill yo," will open the door to "a world of hurt." I don't reject the advances of smaller female dogs, but remain celibate. It is a spiritual practice you would not understand.
Now behold my final look to you, reader. Farewell.
My dear dog, it's 9:06 am and I'll say this before I listen to the shipping news: cats are infinitely beter than dogs!
Posted by: Andrew Eglinton | November 24, 2006 at 04:07 AM