The Talking Dog [1] added me to the Dog Pound, his collection of "sites approved for romping and reading". What separates this event from other blogrolling instances is not only that the Talking Dog is a fellow Brooklynite (though I am currently in exile) who specializes in performing name change operations for transsexuals (nice work, if you can get it), but the review:

One Man's Opinion is the work of One Man a/k/a Dustin M. Wax o.k. whoever he (or she) REALLY is. What he (or she) writes is some diabolically clever good-guy agitprop (wait a minute...can the good guys produce agitprop?) A solid lefty blogroll, most of whom are already dog run denizens (and the rest will be soon), and in one talking dog's opinion, over the plate commentary from a left-handed fireballer.

That's "he", for the foreseeable future, by the way.

My Talking Dog (TD) Designation is "Dunker". A TD Designation is like those internet quizzes that tell you which Star Wars character you are, what flavour Doritos you would be, or which transcendental philosopher you should date, except where those are based on solid and objective methodological principles, TD Designations are the subjective opinion of Mr. Dog.

As a Dunker, there are a few things you should know about me. I am a Group 6 "scent hound" from Norway. Ideally, I should be medium-sized and powerfully built, but should not appear heavy, and should convey the impression of endurance. My head is not to be carried highly. It should be clean and noble with good length and parallel planes, not wedge shaped. Finally, I should have two apparently normal testicles fully descended into the scrotum. And that's good to know. (This information gleaned from ZooClub [2].)

Anyway, thanks Talking Dog.

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