You might or might not have wondered why I haven’t posted anything in my blog for months, or why the amount of posts and tweets I’ve made on my Twitter and Facebook has dropped steadily lower.

Well, the reason for that seems to me that Crispy and his mommy have spent a lot more time doing things with the Facebook Page they have set up for our main dog, Calvin.

Calvin the Woggle

This doesn’t entirely mean that I’ve been forgotten – well, except maybe for Clean Babe who has been with Shannan since sometime before the summer began – but it does mean that Calvin gets more camera time, gets more attention paid to him as to what he wants to have posted on his Facebook, and other things like that.

I’m aware that the phrase is that a dog is a “man’s best friend”, but how can a dog compare to a lovely, cuddly, squishy teddy bear, that doesn’t need to be fed, walked, bathed or anything like that?

I feel like I’m fighting a losing battle here.

Suppose I should get a start on the vodka in the alcohol press, á la Misery Bear.

Calvin, you don't seem to be doing anything interesting or Facebook worthy. So why do you get more human time spent on you than I do?

So, Crispy always tends to get just a little bit over-excited when it comes to the Irish Blog Awards each year. I haven’t yet understood why, to me it just looks like an excuse for people who write things on the Internet to meet up in a fancy hotel, give out some crystal-ware, and raid the bar until such a time as they are passing out all over the place. Oh at least, so he tells me.

The Irish Blog Awards

However, now that I myself have a blog of my own, I now have a small vested interest in this whole thing. Winning at “the Bloggies” would be a great foundation and first step towards my overall plan of taking over the Internet with my cuteness and happy smiling face.

However, despite all of my little hints and nudges along the way, there doesn’t appear to have been the introduction this year of a specific category that tailors quite well to me. Something along the lines of “Best Bear Blog”, “Best Blog of an Inanimate Object”, “Best Blog of a Childhood Toy”, “Best Blog of something that came from M&S” would have been ideal, but I guess that hasn’t happened.

Another thing, despite the fact that he would have to be my bitter rival if we were to be in the same category as each other, I do have to root for Crispy’s blog as well, if he happens to get nominated for anything, which I doubt he will because the only time he ever even got on a longlist was when he nominated himself, the pathetic loner.

But I’m getting off-topic here (gosh, I’m turning into Wrong Babe), my point still stands that the Blog Awards do not cater properly towards my species, and in general, my fellow bears, teddies, objects and the rest. I may have to start calling for Mulley’s resignation from the de facto king of the Internet in Ireland. Although even if I were to manage to rally support, it would probably take so long to properly put into effect, Ireland would be out of the recession, and we’d have cycled through another bad government forced to leave office after the rest of the country moaned.

Crispy didn’t exactly moan at them though. Except for when they reduced his government monies. He really didn’t like that, since it meant less food he could buy for me.

But yes, I have a very mean and angry face saved up for the Blog Awards. I just hope that this tape on my face will last until they can see it.

So, as you might have noticed, there’s been an awful lot of pictures recently involving food. Now that’s not necessarily a bad thing, as we do have a tendency to enjoy our food. Although it does surprise people when they see that we like to eat a lot of proper person food, rather than catching our own food out in the wild; or eating the dogs’ food.

Therefore, please don’t be alarmed when you see all these pictures of us eating whatever it happens to be. Be it:

TGI Friday’s

Om-nom-nom, TGI Friday's cheeseburger!

Sushi King

Sushi banquet, ho!

Sweeties

Woo! Sweeties for the train ride home!

Wagamama’s

Although it doesn't help that I can't even work a single chopstick very well, let alone use two of them to eat with.

Cheesecake

Mmmm, tiny bear-sized cheesecakes!

Pizza

Yay, cooked Chicago Town X Factor special pizza!

Christmas Dinner with all the trimmings

Om-nom-nom main course!

Please don’t worry! Our diet is – mostly – okay!