More thoughts from my friend Bracken:

So I met this dog once called Gromit. Funny looking thing, big brown bow ears and he never made a sound, though I can tell you he had the most piercing eyes of any animal I’ve ever met.

Anyway he was working on some contraption designed to light fire, apparently he wanted it to be safe for human hands. Gromit himself seemed quite capable with is paws despite the lack of opposable thumbs, but he was having trouble with this thing. It was built and all, but he couldn’t light anything with it. He’d set up one of those outdoor stoves you get and was trying unsuccessfully to light the inside with this weird blower thing.

So after watching him for a bit, I walked up and blew once and the oven was burning nice and brightly. Well, dear old Gromit nearly had a heart attack. Offered me a job there and then. Not sure what the job would have been on the grounds he didn’t speak, but it was one of my more memorable encounters with a fellow beast.

Hello and greetings to you, I started this website with a view to creating a weekly blog, but since I am too lazy to do such a thing, I have asked my friend Bracken to do a guest blog. Some of you may know Bracken as the fire breathing dog from my most recent effort Evolution. Bracken my dear, over to you.

Yeah, so that weird human with the red hair has asked me to record a blog for… someone. Readers? Don’t make me laugh. Obviously I can’t write the thing myself on account of not having opposable thumbs, so I’ve recorded a voice over which Charles is going to type up and post on his Youtube page. Told you he’s weird.

So what am I going to talk about?

Well, there’s being a dog. It’s not much fun. You get to run around a lot I suppose, but given I’ve never been anything other than a dog I suppose I can’t much compare it to anything else. Tell you what though, I’ve never really socialised with other dogs. The language barrier is a bit of a challenge. I mean I can understand them, because of body language and stuff like that. Oh, and there’s a surprising amount of meaning in a bark. For example, you may think every dog barking sounds the same but a short bark could mean anything from ‘Get off my territory before I rip your leg off’ to ‘I’m hungry, when’s dinner?’

So you see, we dogs lead complex inner lives. Or at least I do. Like I said, I don’t much talk to other dogs.

Bracken out.