First and foremost, Brown Dog needs you to know he had every intention of actually using that English Degree.
Just because he is, in fact, a professional Hole-Digger and Snack-Stealer doesn’t mean he can’t still appreciate all that fine arts training.
He even occasionally goes to coffee shops, wears his black-frame glasses, and pretends to understand what the heck Moby Dick is actually about. And when anyone asks, he says:
“Just some light reading.”
Brown Dog (or Hagan, as he’s formally named) is a four year old chocolate lab. He can’t actually read and he doesn’t have a clue there’s a blog series named after him. (He’s too busy humping the couch pillows.) But when I set out with the goal to develop a book-review system for the blog, I loved the ring of “Brown Dog Book Reviews.”
Truth is, he’s always at my feet while I read in the kitchen. He’s asleep across my lap in bed and makes a great leaning rest for my Kindle. He’s the sentinel guarding my desk as I blog.
He’s the figurehead of my pirate ship, you know? Those brown ears flopping in the wind as I discover new bookish-waters.
So, Brown Dog neither reads nor reviews, but Brown Dog matters.
Pretty simple. I sub in paw prints for stars and carry a lint roller around in my purse.
Absolutely. I LOVE talking with you all about books (even if you don’t read the same genre/s) and about dogs. Leave a comment and we’ll chat!
B + Brown Dog