Well it seems the ruse is up. I have been formally outed or at least my cover has been blown. I can no longer claim credit or scorn for what appears on this blog.
You see our family dog Nelly has been writing this blog for years. I couldn’t believe how accurate this article was in the Weekend Australian magazine, if fact I thought it was if it was telling our story when I came across the passage: ‘my dog can write a blog’. Wow that makes at least two of us!
Now those fortunate enough to be acquainted with our Nelly will know this not to be true. It has to be said that many, many dogs cannot read or write yet alone be as erudite as our Nell. She is unique in so many ways but it’s in front of her keyboard where her talents really shine. She’s also very humble and wouldn’t approve of me letting the cat out of the bag-so to speak. However, last night after dinner, we took Brandy and cigars on the veranda and she turned to me pensively and said: ‘Steve, this article offended me. Not for my own feelings but for you, it’s insulting and it pains me that someone could be so..well so dismissive of the efforts and passions of others’ She was getting quite agitated now and moved to loosen her tie under the constraints of her dinner Tux.
‘To suggest that food bloggers will eat anything including packet stock cubes, to get a freebie or an invite to a product launch in order to validate themselves misses the point entirely imo.’
We both returned our gaze to the moonlit valley expanse before us to ruminate and she polished off her brandy with a gulp.
‘Now quick let’s get back inside, Dr Harrys on the tellie’