Listen Up, Dogbloggies!

I have noticed some highly disturbing and unsettling trends. Slowly but surely, other dogs have crept onto my blog. I was willing to give up valuable real estate for SPCA Saturdays EVEN THOUGH they resulted in the acquisition of one Doofusified Baby Brudder Oscar Bean. But then we had Occasional Oscar and there were requests for Often Oscar--from MY GIRLFRIEND RANDI. So I take this moment to remind us all of the reason for the season (of the dogblog):

ME! Wally T! I may be missing most of my teeth and my legs. But I am still one jaunty fellow.

I blaze trails.

I check out the corn crop.
I contemplate the meaning of life.

I bask in the unbearable lightness of peemailing.


And, I am the intrepid leader to my baby brudder.

Look, I can get a little jealous of the baby brudder because he is labor intensive and cute and does funny things that are blog worthy. But, the truth is, he looks up to me. He copies things that I do, when I tell him to shut up he runs away, and he cleans my face and my ears for me. So I think I'll keep him.

But it is still OCCASIONAL Oscar. And we will never have EVERYDAY Ethel.