Gordo Writes

Arf, arf. Forgivemy master fornot updatingherblog... and myself as wellastyping with pawswill takesomegetting used to.

It'sme, Gordo, attemptingto write for she-who-must-not-be-named. Try as she might, her schedule latelyhas been quite hectic, what with her other boss [apart fromme of course] leaving and projects piling up one after the other. Hey, ever notice how when computers save stuff, the icon appears and disappears like hell [Bark! Bark!].

Anyways, I cannot blame her. Master's morning commute has been a pain lately, I overheard her telling her mum last night. A lot of diggings have appeared in Manila's streets, and traffic has definitely worsened. From Coastal Road [I have no idea what roads look like come to think of it, as I am rarely let out] to Roxas Boulevard, it takes my master one and a half hours [don't have any concept of time as well, arf!] what should take only thirty minutes to get through. Add a sprinkling of undisciplined commuters then repeat all over again at night for the return trip and voila, a recipe for disaster. Or so she says.

Funny thing is, as master arrives home, we still get to play catch no matter how tired she looks. I'm that irrisistable! I wonder when I can actually do stuff with another dog as I am starting to think a plush bed in an airconditioned room is a necessity and that life outdoors is not for me.

I am getting the hang of typing as well, if you haven't noticed. Hmmm. Could I be suffering from what other dogs call [or bark] the Thinking Like A Human Being Syndrome. Get me a vet- psychiatrist quick!

Back to she-wh0-must-not-be-named. I smell something brewing with master... her comings and goings are out of sync lately. Hopefully, I can write about it later, when I have figured out what she has been busy with apart from work and her tiresome daily commute.

Meanwhile, I might have to go chase this mouse... and nope, I do not have a Thinking Like A Cat Syndrome as well. Bark! Bark!