Our life expectancies are roughly seven times those of our canine friends, so it’s customary to say that dogs age seven years for each calendar year.
I’m not sure if there is an appropriate formula for the way blogs age, but as I start year eight of an infinite number of curves, it’s beginning to feel like a four-legged beast grown long in the tooth. I’m noticing more of its memory lapses, stiff joints and general drowsiness.
I’m not sure what the average life expectancy is for a blog, but I suspect this one has outlasted many. So I’ll ring Pavlov’s bell for another new year, and see if I can get this old hound to salivate.
Here’s what was doing in 2012:
Sparkling in Florida.
This is not Paris.
JUNE – JULY
Sparkling in the clubs.
Fifteen Minutes at SECCA.
Sparkling in Ohio and North Carolina, Furies in Tallahassee.