Crikey ... How hard is this or is my Secretary really the drongo I keep saying she is? I just want to say g'day and introduce myself to anyone that doesn't already know me and nothing seems to be working out the way I think it should. Oh well I'll just keep trying I suppose. I know you blokes out there in blog land will soon tell me where I have gone wrong.
A bit of background on myself just in case this works, aye??
My name is Charlie and I live in a land downunder .... good name for a song that aye?? Australia is my country and I live in Noosa Heads in the state of Queensland. It's nearly always hot here. Even in winter. It does get a bit cold at night in winter but not very cold.
I'm a whippet and if I hear just one more time "whippet good" I'll ... I'll ... I'll ... I don't know what I'll do but, crikey .... I'm over it!!! I'VE GOT NO TESTICLES. Well ... I have got them but they are in the wrong place. They are caught up in my tummy somewhere. When I was born I was the only one in my litter and my Breeders, although disappointed that I was the one and only, were happy enough, as they thought I was a real good looking bloke and would make a great stud dog. When they found out about my problem they couldn't get rid of me quick enough. I wasn't of any use to them with no testicles. Hmmmmmmmmmmph! What does that matter? I'm still good for everything else. Anyway they advertised me for sale and here's the good bit ...
My Mum and Dad had recently lost their beautiful best mate, Harri and were looking for someone to take his place. (Well not take his place ....no-one could do that but you know what I mean). Mum had seen the ad for me and for some reason or other she kept going back to it even though she wanted a puppy and by this time I was 6 months old. Dad finally talked her into going and having a look at me, which they did, and one look at me and how could anyone knock me back. Before I knew it I was on my way to my new home and I haven't looked back since. They are the best and look after me like you wouldn't believe. They not only gave me a new home they gave me a new name too. I was called Scout before but I'm now Charlie and I like it. I don't like my second name all that much but Dad thinks he is a bit of a comedian so, for his sake, I accept it. It's not as if I hear it all the time. Dad only uses it when he is telling his mates all about my little problem and how he named me. Are you ready for this?? Charlie Nonut. Have you ever seen the movie The African Queen with Humphrey Bogart? His name in the movie was Charlie Allnut. Dad loves that movie. He's seen it hundreds of times so he called me Charlie Nonut after Humphrey Bogart's character in the movie. How bad is that?????? He also think I look a bit like Humphrey Bogart. I think it's the skinny thing! I think I'm much more handsome than that Humphrey bloke. Anyway that's how I got my name!!!!
The old Secretary doesn't want to write anymore now ... she reckons it could all be for nothing so she's just going to try and post this and see what happens. If it works I'll talk more later and the secretary says she'll sort out how to do the picture thing and make my blog site personalised at a later date.
Wanna run .... love, Charlie.