Sometimes racial injustice is so horrific that you just want to whimper alone in your dog house all night and day. That’s how I felt when the highest court in Louisiana got it wrong in 2017 when the white men sitting on the bench there proclaimed that a black defendant had been asking for a canine rather than a lawyer when he said during a 2015 police interrogation, “…so why don’t you just give me a lawyer dog ’cause this is not what’s up.” In my humble legal and grammatical opinion, that defendant, Warren Demesme, was referring to the arresting officer as a “dog” or “dawg” or “dogg” when asking for a defense attorney and a better transcription would have read: “give me a lawyer, dawg.” But what do I know? I’m just a dog.

In 2020, things were getting pretty bad out there. Not only were we suffering through a pandemic, stuck in our dog houses, unable to see friends or visit the dog park, but what’s more, horrible racial injustice continued and still does today. Bigly. It’s enough to make me want to eat a closetful of Italian leather shoes after playing in the mud.

So if you’re like me and need an occasional diversion from all the bad news in the world, check out my dog-blog and maybe you’ll find something to laugh about, dawg.

*Note: I am not a cat, and should not be confused with Lawyer Cat.