As Dog is My Witless

I'm not a religious person.  Organised religion as a general concept is not one that sits easily with me, y'know, given the wide range of atrocities done in the name of God over the centuries.  That said, I do quite like the idea of giving something up for a period of oh, I don't know, maybe 40 days or so.  So I'm going to borrow some pearls of wisdom from my dog until I reach the excitement that is the long weekend of *ahem* Beaster (see what I did there?).

Murdoch's Commandments

You down with D*O*G? Yeah, you know me!

1. Thou shalt not eat any crisps or savoury snacks until Beaster.  If I'm not allowed to eat them, then you can't have them either.  And don't go eating nuts instead like you did that one year.  It's still cheating.

2.  Thou shalt not eat any chocolate until Beaster. It's poisonous, did you you know that? POISON! And no sweeties either. Sugar make you loco.

3.  Thou shalt not drink any fizzy drinks until Beaster. There's all kind of additives and crap in them. See above re: sugar

4.  Thou shalt run more than you currently do.  Running is lots of fun and it makes my tail wag.