Hey everyone, Poppy here.  I was just on the phone with Dawg when he mentioned he was too tired to blog.

He loves blogging.  He takes it very seriously.  He doesn’t actually enjoy going for very long without having a new post here.  And I happen to know this, so I half-jokingly said, “I’ll write a post for you!”

He thought that was a good idea.

Crap, what’d I just get myself into?

Trust me, I know that everyone comes here to read Dawg’s words.  His words are like a drug—you can never get enough of them and you’re always left with that combined feeling of complete satisfaction but really wanting more.  When I used to only read his words and not be able hang out with him I would actually sneak back over to read some of his posts multiple times because I wasn’t quite willing to accept that there were no more new posts for me to read.  And when we were quietly dating before anyone else but two people knew about it I actually dove into the archives and read every. single. post. from first to newest, even the ones I’d already read.  I won’t ever try to claim that I am Dawg’s biggest fan because that will just cause you all to scream at the computer, “nuh UH, I AM DAWG’S BIGGEST FAN!” but just trust me when I say I was hooked minute one of watching Cereal Wednesday.

I know you’re all here to swoon over him, so I’ll stop writing words and give you what you want, a photo of him from my private collection.  (Noooo, not that kind of private collection.  Gutter-minded, the whole lot of you!)

That’s Dawg eating vegetarian breakfast in his PJs surrounded by (left to right) LLA, me, Break Boy, and EZA.  (bleep.  )