Gentle Readers,
It has been brought to mine and Miss Morgane's collective attention that the Times of the New York recently featured a lengthy essay on the somewhat overdetermined origins of some of our canine brethren and sistren. I am speaking, of course, of the increasingly popular deliberate cross-breeding of Cockapoos, Puggles, Schnoodles, and, lest we forget, the Dachpulishtiff – a singularly troubling congress of Dachshund, Puli, and Mastiff resembling something not unlike a macramé plant sling into which has been stuffed a battered leather valise. We are all, to be sure, quite cordial to Mr. Helmutt, the DaPuStiff who frequents many of the same trash piles and lampposts Miss Morgane, our friends and I do, but frankly, it has proven rather difficult on occasion as none of us are ever entirely certain which of his ends is for sniffing, and which is for being sniffed.
I assure you, this state of affairs is less than ideal for all parties involved.
The writer of the article in the Times of New York states:
"The dogness of dogs has become problematic."
And for that, I, Mordred T. Dog, am immensely saddened. While I am as a professional, full-time dog, somewhat biased, I am firmly of the opinion that our very dogness is that for which we should be loved, rewarded with delicious treats, and celebrated. It is truly a joyous thing to be a dog - to be able to take in the heady pleasures of the world with hedonistic licks and sniffs, seek out new and familiar sources of comfort and wonderment, and express boundless affection for that and for whom we love with utterly unbridled zeal. It is with utter abandon that I leap for and kiss my Daddy upon his return from the out-of-house place he goes so that he may provide us with our daily kibble. He minds not my enthusiastic drool, never begrudges me the walkies I require - and even seem to enjoy this shared exercise. He would not have to en-trouser himself even in weather most foul to facilitate his pet's elimination needs if he had a cat, but he did not choose a cat. Miss Morgane and I are as Dog as dogs can be, and I've a notion we're loved because of it - not despite.
Yours,
Mordred T. Dog
