Strange Places Strange Faces

If writers have "writers block", then do bloggers have "bloggers block"? So, what the heck should I write about? Let me tell you a little bit about a "character" that will recur through my blogs and be threaded through many of my stories. Introducing Ike. He is my nine-year-old Rottweiler. He is the best thing that has ever happened to me. Very briefly, here is the story about how we came to each other. In May of 1997, I was dating a girl whose dog had just been struck and killed by a car. She wanted nothing more than to have a dog around, and I wanted nothing more than to do my own thing on my own time, etc., etc., even though I grew up with dogs my whole life and loved them very much. Anyway, one weekend, my girlfriend ended up getting me to go with her to this store-front pet store that amounted to nothing more than a "puppy mill." Well, they must have seen me coming, because they took me to a "special back room." There, a small black dog would stick its nose through the first cage I passed, licked my hand and the rest is history. Almost. Then, I found out Ike was $1000.00. He just licked my hand! It was fate! I couldn't let him go. So, as a stupid 23-year-old tv news producer making $10.00/hour, I financed the poor thing. Needless to say, it is the best return I have ever had on any investment. Right now, he is asleep at my feet. Certainly, I will tell more stories of our time together. But, for now, I have bloggers block, and can't go any further. To steal a damn good line, "Good night and good luck."

Posted by Ike on Tuesday, April 11, 2006 at 11:25 PM | Permalink