#odorf

Now just what is a Wog, you might ask? I do not know, nor do I care, because I'm really not concerned with petty definitions. I enjoy sleeping, walking, running (provided my leg doesn't fall off) playing, and chewing... and also eating (I try, anyhow), that's pretty well what I do most of the day, but I wouldn't really classify as a dog if I didn't eat most of the time. Eating is fun, and food is good... let's just leave it at that. 

This is my life... the life of a dog, a Norwegian Buhund. I could be a time travelling, trans-dimensional, semi-stationary creature that lays on your carpet and guards wormholes for all you know. My name is Frodo, and I do not care what you think. I probably won't even like you, that is to say if you aren't another dog... and even then, there are plenty of personalities I don't like in the canine realm. I'm sure you'll get to know them in my many records of dog-like existence. 

I am, I have been, and always will be a dog. Not just a dog mind you, but THE dog. I'm THE dog around these parts, at my house. No one else. I'm the boss. My other dog companions know this, namely my mini-me, Phinneas. He's a Schipperke, but mostly just a strange little dog. He gets me, on some level, but crashes into things far too often. I do not understand, but I love him just the same.

This is my blog. I am the dog. My daily dog activities will be charted here, depending on whether or not I can steal my human's computer. It's very hard to type without thumbs. I much prefer sleeping. 

*Gumph* *groan* *Belch*