And Now, A Few Words From Chelsea.

Sorry, all you two-legged readers of blogs, but The Hook has been pretty busy trying to convince hordes of travelers to give him coins/bills which he can exchange for life’s necessities.

Like Milk Bones and high-end dog food that doesn’t taste like something that a jockey rode for ten years.

Being the heroic puppy that I am, I graciously offered to write today’s post.

Unfortunately, I don’t have opposable thumbs and so it’s taken me five hours to get this far. Fun fact: I get ridiculously-cranky if I don’t get my eighteen hours of sleep… so I’m out.

The Hook will eventually see you in the lobby… humans.

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Can you order bacon-wrapped cats on Amazon?

About The Hook

Husband. Father. Bellman. Author of The Bellman Chronicles. Reader of comic books and observer and chronicler of the human condition. And to my wife's eternal dismay, a mere mortal and non-vampire. I'm often told I look like your uncle, cousin, etc. If I wore a hat, I'd hang it on a hat rack in my home in Niagara Falls, Canada. You can call me The Hook, everyone else does.
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19 Responses to And Now, A Few Words From Chelsea.

  1. A kiss on your cheek, sweet Chelsea and take care of your humans! 😉

  2. Happy New Year Chelsea (and The Hook of course) 🙂

  3. So sweet! (That’s a word I never thought I’d use on this blog!)

  4. curvyroads says:

    Good job, Chelsea. You can order ANYTHING on Amazon 🙂

  5. oceanswater says:

    Beautiful and smart dog. She looks exactly like one of my dogs and spoiled rotten… bet she wants for nothing. 🙂

  6. OneDizzyBee says:

    My heart. It melts!

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  8. Chelsea you dog. This is Lucy the Boxer. I must say you do better than I on the ole keyboard. I have to hold a pencil in my mouth and punch each letter one by one. This little note has taken me about seven hours. All the while my human runs around yelling about haveing lost his laptop. Heh heh. I’m under the bed where he thinks I can’t fit. Well, gotta go I hear the kibble being poared in the dish. don’t want to miss a meal. Bye.

  9. Cayman Thorn says:

    Dear Chelsea,

    I know we have our differences, seeing as how I’m a cat and you’re not. But your prose only goes to show that when the zombie apocalypse hits, and all those two legged peeps become meat mulch, us four legged folk will be there to pick up the slack.

    Sincerely, Mr Speaker

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