Dog Bloggers Anonymous

Hi, my name's Chester and I'm a postaholic.
(Everybody say "Hi Chester).
This is my story. A casual acquaintance turned me onto dog blogging. I started out with just one blog post never thinking it would become my passion - my obsession, if you will. It felt good and I thought I could just post once. Posting is a vicious junkyard dog masquerading as a sweet tempered golden retriever as I soon found out. Soon I was posting two or three times a week.

I used to enjoy the outdoors and taking in the splendor of all that God created. Pee mail drew me in. Groundhogs with their sweet perfume beckoned me from afar. Butterflies teasing me to be chased. But now my toys lay ignored and abandoned.



What was once a passing fancy has taken over my life. Now I see a post begging to be told everywhere I turn. The meager allowance that I used to spend on trivials such as new collars and Beggin' strips is now being saved in hopes of acquiring a portable laptop. I yearn for the day when I can cafe hop where wireless internet access is free.



Night has never been a friend to me and many nights I found myself watching the clock and counting groundhogs. But now as I lay awake night after night I'm wanting only my PC and the pleasures that lie within. Paws longing to stroke my keyboard. If sleep does come, "Add Image" and "Post Comments" buttons chase me down in my dreams. Hitting the "Publish Post" button brings such ecstasy only previously surpassed by the humping of my dog bed. Bloodshot eyes opening to see on my PC screen what I once thought to be only imagined conversations with my 2 leggers. Days turned into nights as I cared not for food or drink.

This past Saturday was when I hit rock bottom. I had waited for hours for the Post Office to open, only to find that it was not at all what I thought it was. That's when I knew it was time to put an end to this bondage.

(Go on Chester)
They've told me here at Dog Bloggers Anonymous that the first step on the road to recovery is admitting your problem. I have to say I feel so much better already-yet I feel I am not alone. You know who you are.

You're the one claiming a headache only to be found huddled collar-less under the bedcovers, laptop keys being pounded with wreckless abandon.



You're the one with the glazed eyes, camera glued to your body, surveying the happenings of the 2 leggers and 4 leggers in your home hoping that with the next flash of the camera a new post will be born.



And yes, I've seen you scanning the Help Wanted ads after your 2 leggers are done with the newspaper hoping to find someone out there willing to pay for your unique posting abilities.



And there are some of you out there who, even though do not want to admit it, have been seen on street corners begging for just one quick post on a passersby's computer.



They've told me that this is a 12 step recovery program. I'm desperately reaching out to Dog Bloggers Anonymous. I can only hope that it's not too late for me. For those of you who see yourself in this situation, I suggest that you reach out for help before it's too late for you also. I think we can beat this addiction if we stick together.


Woofs and postaholic slobbers!
Chester