Apparently, David's social secretary, in an attempt to force David to keep up with his increasingly active and glamorous social calendar, has forbidden him to blog until he has caught up with his obligations to the Vanderbilts, the Rockefellers, and His Holiness Pope John Paul II.

In the meantime, I have graciously agreed to step in and guest blog for him.

I briefly entertained fantasies of taking over David's life, just like Melanie Griffith did to Sigourney Weaver in the 1988 runaway hit Working Girl, but then I realized I would also have to take over care of Goblin, which, in addition to taking care of my own dog A., would be enough to send anyone to an early grave.

For those of you who are unfamiliar with me, you can visit my blog here. Unless you're David's mother, in which case it might be better to leave well enough alone.

David will be back as soon as he possibly can. He loves all of us little people and would never abandon us for long.

At least that's what he says.