It’s me, Peanut. My owner asked me to do a blog for her. Sometimes she forgets that I am royalty and she’s my servant.

She won’t let me call her mommy. She says any child of hers walks on two legs, isn’t covered with fur and doesn’t stick his face in his food to eat. Sounds like strange creatures to me.

I’m learning that life isn’t fair. I mean if I coughed and hacked like she’s been doing, she’d put me outside. I only tolerate her behavior because she rubs my under the chin in that spot I really like. And of course, the food she provides. Mind you, I’m perfectly capable of finding my own food. I even offer to share with her. She isn’t as grateful as she should be. Humans are very strange creatures.

So I’ve been contemplating what I should say. I’ve given it a lot of thought.

I could tell you of my many adventures or how I learn to hide from a certain child. Or I could tell you–

But look at the birds out there. Excuse me while I go do some research.