So I’m a dog.

You’re probably surprised to read that, and maybe have a question or two. No, I don’t have thumbs. I don’t usually talk to people, other than my own, and then only a little. I’m a very unusual dog.

Being the guest blogger for my human is exciting, although it does offer its own set of challenges. I don’t know how to really refer to my people, in that dogs don’t give their pack names, but instead think of them as individual smells. I do think of her with a name occasionally, mostly when someone else uses it, so I suppose I will use her given name. It feels sort of weird, though.

Obviously my human (and yes, I think of her as my human, and at the same time, part of my pack) is a big fan of Doctor Who – that’s where she got my name. The character I’m named for is a Sontauran, a race of alien made up of clones so as to better wage war on the universe. These Sontaurans look a great deal like baked potatoes. I do not, however, resemble any sort of food, nor am I warlike or vicious. The Sontaurans are both. The character of Strax is actually a caretaker – he is being punished for his failure to act in a strong, soldierly way by being made to take on the role of nursemaid. He is a bumbling but adorable creature, and I suppose that must be how Laura sees me. I do not, however, bumble.

Since Laura and I run a lot (but not nearly enough for my taste), I’m going to be writing mostly about our adventures on our runs: what we do on our runs (other than, you know, run), the sorts of places where we run, and the tools we use when we run.

Laura wants to run in a longer run than what we’ve ever run together – her goal is a 10 mile run in Chapel Hill, NC. I know her well enough to know that she really wants to just run, permanently, and not ever stop, but I also know that humans don’t manage that very well. We dogs don’t either, but we come closer to it than you do. But then again, we sleep more than you do.