In her last post, the Old Girl said that there’s no such word as ‘dlog’. I have to disagree. I made the word up, so I should know.
She said it’s not even possible to pronounce the word but I’m sure she’s wrong – she just wasn’t trying very hard.
To be honest, I can’t actually say ‘dlog’ properly either but then you’d expect that. I’m a dog. And how many talking dogs do you know? Although if I could talk, I know I’d manage to get my tongue round it just to show the Old Girl she doesn’t know everything.
So, listen up everyone, I am about to do some dlogging on my dlog. There, now try and tell me there’s no such thing as ‘dlog’ – I’ve used it twice in one sentence. Of course, since ‘blog’ came from ‘web log’, I admit that technically, a ‘dog log’ should be a ‘glog’ but by the same rules, ‘video log’ should be ‘olog’ and it’s not, it’s a ‘vlog’. So I think it’s fair to say you can make up your own rules and my rules are that ‘dog log’ is ‘dlog’ and if you’ve managed to read this far, trust me, you have been reading my dlog, in which I’ve been dlogging. And to be quite honest, it’s exhausted me. So, I’ll dlog about the friends I was going to dlog about next time and now I’m going to go and have a rest.
In the meantime, if you haven’t noticed, Christmas is coming. Don’t panic. If you haven’t got all your pressies yet, there’s still time to send someone an ebook. I imagine you can do this until a minute to midnight on Christmas Eve. And what finer ebook to give someone than the Old Girl’s ‘Daffodil and the Thin Place’. You can find it at any of the good ebook retailers or on the Muse It Up Publishing website here. Or, you could rush out to the shops and get some socks. Either is fine with me. But if you’re buying anything for me, please remember I have four legs.