If My Blog Was a Dog

Yes, I’m beginning to grasp at straws. But when the The Funk wraps its black-gloved hands around my neck and chokes the breath out of me, I must use whatever means necessary to…to…produce something.

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If my blog was a dog, life would be different – my life, of course. Not yours, silly. Yes! I’d be inspired by…the Adorable, Irresistible, Cute and Ever-faithful Bloggie Woggie!

I’d smother my little Bloggie with s-o-o-o much affection and I’m sure she’d give just as much back, unconditionally. It would be difficult for me to contain my overwhelming joy. I would lavish her with so much attention and love that she’d feel like she was living in Bloggietopia. My Bloggie would be my best pal, wagging her pixels when she wants me to play and I’d say, “Awww, OK my l’il Bloggie Woggie, let’s go toss some ideas around! No chewing, though!”

She’d nuzzle me, urging me out of my office chair for more play and snuggies. As any good Bloggie knows, creativity doesn’t come from an office chair. Nor an office butt sitting on the office chair but sometimes I think that’s where my stuff comes from – anyway, different topic there. Creativity comes from good old-fashioned play, like chasing ideas around the yard or playing tug o’ war with a gnarly frayed rope of twisted ideas. My faithful Bloggie would know how to live, work and play! Well, I’m sure she’d have the play part down.

One must not force moments in life, as what is important will come naturally, right Bloggie? I mean, if we are struggling and scraping for ideas and motivation, we need to create that space for the idea, clear a path through the muck. If we are so focused on the searching and the finding, what we seek will remain hidden, even if it is right under our nose. Does that make sense, Bloggie? I’m trying to breathe, relax, notice my surroundings and be in the present moment, every moment, but I keep falling into the scary black hole. Yeesh! Tell me little Bloggie Woggie, tell me – am I right? Huh? Am I right? Does this make sense? Huh? Does it? Well, my little Bloggie, I’ve been sitting around for days, waiting and ignoring and avoiding – well, I suppose mostly avoiding – allowing the frustration to build – talk about oil well explosions! The black gunk lodged deep within my skull is at dangerously toxic levels and the old pipes can’t handle that pressure much longer…

Oops, I’m sorry. Now, where was I? Something about blogs and dogs. Or was it smog? I’m in a fog…or a bog. I want my Blog to be agog…over my next post. If I could just unclog my backlog. Ugn!

C’mere my l’il Bloggie Woggie! Come on now, don’t run away. Ya wanna treat? Huh? Do ya? Ya wanna write sumthin’? Let’s you an’ me have ourselves a little rawhide chew.  I promise I won’t run away this time, K? No, really. I promise. Let’s toss around some…

stuff.