dogs and their crazy people

Today I found myself strolling around Dogster.com. A member of my family clued me in to that charming site some months ago. He invited me--I mean, his dog invited my dogs to join him as part of the Dogster pack. We did. I mean, my dogs did.

In my stroll today, I added more to my profile--uh, I mean the profiles of my dogs, Angus (pictured) and Gucci, both beautiful rescue collies. Then I decided to check out other members of the Dogster pack. I asked to be Pup Pals with a few. Then I strolled some more. How delighted I was to come across Cesar Millan's Daddy! I took courage in hand and asked--I mean, Angus and Gucci asked to be pals with Daddy. Haven't heard from him yet. He's probably busy dog-whispering around Southern Califronia with his best pal.

       Are you lost yet? Do you know who Daddy is? Do you know who Cesar Millan is? (If you know one, you know the other.) Do you have any idea what being a Dog Whisperer is about? (Hint: it's one of the spiritual gifts.) Do you think I'm a bit crazy to be talking to other dogs on behalf of my dogs? Would you like me to explain why I did it? I'll be happy to!

       Wait. . .Come to think of it, this dog stuff is one of those things that, if you have to 'splain it, the person to whom you're trying to 'splain it wouldn't understand it anyway. So, no 'splaining, plain and simple.

       Don't worry. If I come across you and your furred friend on one of my Dogster.com strolls, I won't tell anyone here on Blogger.com. But be warned: I never know what Angus or Gucci might say. . .