Eagle-eyed readers have noticed that the picture on the profile part of my blog appears to be of a representative of a non-human species — which, I imagine, has led some serrated edge-wielding readers to conclude that they’ve been right about me all along.
But no, Perry is a male dog.
And he’s one of the lights of my life, my three-year-old half-longhaired Chihuahua, half-toy poodle, one-hundred-percent companion, comforter, and co-agitator. While his agitation is directed toward anyone approaching the house from 50 yards out, mine is more religious and political. But we get along just fine, and until I find a better accompanying picture of myself, Perry will fill in nicely.