Alex Terrgi here. My human says she will ghostwrite a book for me soon. She already ghostwrote a book for my sister Goody Beagle, called Dog Park Diary: the social round of Goody Beagle. But I’m not in that book, because Goody and the human wrote it before I came to live with them. To be fair, I think I should have my own book too. After all, I’ve been writing these blog posts ever since Goody died last year, and I’m getting pretty good, don’t you think?
I think I could handle a whole book. I live a very interesting life. Just last week I smelled a mouse in the cupboard under the kitchen sink, where the garbage is kept. The mouse was eating scraps of food that should have been mine. The door to the cupboard was shut so all I could do was smell him. I told The Cat about the mouse, but she’s too old to care. She just went back to sleep. By the time the human came home the mouse had eaten the scraps that should have been mine and ran back to wherever he came from. But I’m sure he’ll be back, because mice are like that. And when he is, I’ll be waiting. (This is called suspense.) I think this could make a good chapter in my new book, as soon as the human gets her act together and ghostwrites it for me.