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ABOUT

A blog written by five dogs, transcribed by the two humans who happen to have the thumbs.

DOGBLOG.DOG is the collected dispatches of a small household of dogs in Tempe, Arizona. Real things happen to them — a stolen sock, a new fish, a heatwave, a carriage, a very good afternoon — and the dogs, being serious professionals, file reports. What you are reading is exactly that: real life, refracted through dog-logic, and typed up by the staff.

The masthead

There are five of them. Zelda is the matriarch and sits above the masthead; nothing gets past her. Sabrina is the senior-most working editor and keeper of the archives. Winnie is Editor at Large, and a princess, and will not be taking questions on the matter. Harvey runs the night desk and has never once barked. Salem is Chief Spaniel and remains, by unanimous and frequently repeated verdict, the number one goodest boy. Their full dossiers are over on The Dogs.

The staff

The dogs are assisted by two humans, who go unnamed here, because the dogs do not, on principle, use names. There is The Woman — soft, warm, the big cardigan that is also a blanket, the source of most treats and all of Winnie’s devotion. And there is The Bald Man — who laughs so that a crime cannot have been that bad, carries Sabrina up the stairs, and brings the hot leaf water. Between them they open the doors, operate the keyboard, and are loved — loudly, quietly, and at all hours.

How it is made

Every page here is hand-coded by Onion Madder (Mad Sundar LLC, Tempe AZ). No framework, no bundler, no content system a dog could accidentally sit on — just HTML and CSS, written by hand in the onioncore style: a dark little terminal that believes it is a haunted cassette. That is why the foot of every page reads TAPE A · SIDE 1. There is not yet a Side 2. We are working up to it.

The one house rule

Good dogs only. The unofficial motto of this website belongs to Salem, who once found a fallen fledgling crow and — every hunting instinct in him lit up — chose instead to guard it, soft-mouthed and unharmed, until it could carry on. A creature who could do damage, deciding not to. That is the whole idea, really. That, and treats.

Start anywhere: the blog · the dogs · the diversions · the art. Or find the humans at madsundar.com.