An introduction. The Dog says I should do one. The Dog thinks he knows the interweb. The Dog would probably like to claim he invented the internet, or at least gave Al Gore the idea. The Dog also can't type on this keyboard, so I'd appreciate it if he'd back off and give those of us with hands (and those of us who are real) a little space.
Okay, an introduction. I'm Pete, The Dog is The Dog, Andrew C. is my biographer, and the rest is in the book. Which costs money. Learn to adjust. However, so you don't go too crazy, here's the cover.
That didn't work. Ready...HERE'S the cover. See, there it is. No, Dog, I didn't read the 'Terms of Service.' Nobody does.
You can get this thing a
t Lulu (right here), and it costs a little, but it's worth it just for the descriptions of Nancy. Just then my eyebrows did a little bob thing. You couldn't see it, but it was descriptive. Articulate. And all just with my eyebrows. Now The Dog is mocking me, but he doesn't get to type, so you'll miss out on his keen wit. I'm weeping for you, truly I am.Most of the stuff on this blog will be from me. If he's nice to me, I'll tell you about Andrew's other projects, maybe put some stuff from his other stories here for you to read. If The Dog is nice to me, I'll type half of what he tells me to write, then completely warp the second half. (I'm telling you, this blogging is giving me a feeling of power beyond almost anything I've experienced. It's like I'm feeding those gremlin-chickens all over again.)
As soon as I figure out how, I'll throw you the first chapter of our book. Pete and The Dog. It's named after me. Which is cool. Yes, it's named after The Dog, too, but you notice, it's not The Dog and Pete. That would be lame. That would be tacky. That would be...under consideration for the title of the sequel?
This place needs some outside help.
--Pete
