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Hi, my name is Rufus and I am a dog. My writing career began yesterday, when I became the first “guest contributor” on my friend’s blog, bishopthedog.com. I never wanted to be a writer. I always just wanted to be me, which I found quite easy and very enjoyable. But then I felt a strong urge—exactly like how I feel when there’s a peanut butter jar open on the counter—to write on Bishop’s blog.
I always knew I liked to do things. (For instance, I like to lick people. I like to dig. I like to look in the trashcan in the room where mom lights things on fire and puts stuff to eat in bowls, to see if there’s anything i can put in my mouth. And most of all I like to play with stones. I have a thing for stones. I’ll tell you about that later.) As I was writing about Bishop, I found that I liked it, and that I also had a lot to say. I wanted to ‘spress myself. So I wrote the blog, and then my Aunt Tori, who is a writing teacher, told my mom she thought I had talent, so decided to give it a try. I hope to make money off it one day.
I am not really an overnight success even though it might seem that way and the reason is because I am a dog and in dog days, I have been a writer for two weeks. Still, my mom has been a writer for way longer than two weeks even in dog days—or even flea days—so even though she says she is proud of me, deep down, I think she might be a little jealous.
