Hey, everyone! It’s me, your attention-loving and tail-wagging JournoDog!
My Dad’s job changed recently. That means my job as an editorial dog-ssistant has also changed. Now, we’re not writing stories and sniffing out the scoops (of food) in the same ways that we were before.
Instead, we’re both reading a lot more words sent in by other writers and creating assignment outlines based on specific things we’re told people are searching Dr. Google for.
Dad also has A LOT more video Zoom calls and meetings, rather than just jumping on them periodically or talking into his phone and asking questions for his own writing.
With these changes, I find myself resting much more during the workdays since Dad doesn’t need me sniffing out the scoops (of food) as much. I close my eyes on the comfy pillow bed in front of the office bookcase, next to the ancient typing machine.
When it’s about time to get working, I find a squeaky chew toy and chew on it for a bit to find my focus, even chewing on my squeaky coffee or newspaper, before getting to the editorial task at hand. At editing-time, I jump into action and sniff out the deets. Then I let Dad know my work is done by jumping onto his leg with my front pawz and telling him directly, eye-to-eye.
Honestly, Ima good boi and very smart. So doing this job is pretty easy for me.
This brings to mind a recent story from “camp,” where I get to visit when Mom and Dad choose to abandon me and go on their own adventures without me.
(RUUUDE, I knowz!)
Well, as #JournoDog readers prolly know, I’ve had my own fun times and adventures at camp, too!
Recently, Mom and Dad discovered that the campz hoomans have a color-coded system they use to track things about each furry friend. Meez included.
Now, I’m always described as a lovable addition and welcome part of the doggo crew there at camp, someone who everyone’s always so happy to see. But apparently, they have a color-coded note attached to my name in their off-limits people computer system. It has me labeled as a doggo who needs to get a special bed-time housing cage, given my interest in sniffing out and chewing on a nearby wooden bench.
Yes, I chew on wood sometimes. Because you should know by now: I’m chew-tastic!
Aside from that, I’ve also been labeled as a doggo to watch because at times I’ve found the smell of my furry friendz’ poop so intriguing, that I decided to taste it. That’s apparently not OK, either. So I have that color next to my name at camp, too.
Not too sure what the big deal is here, people.
Chewing and tasting things is what we doggos do, me ‘specially. I love long grass and weeds more than anything in the backyard, and a fave moment of any W-A-L-K will likely be my attempts to grab something new and intriguing off the ground to sample. I’ve heard the words “No!” and “LEAVE IT!” quite a bit at those times.
And at home, it’s a regular happening for me to eat one of my beds, chew-destroy a squeaky toy, or even try to steal a sock, clothes, shoe, or rug to chew apart. So why it should be any different at camp or for a wooden bench or fellow doggo’s droppings… No idea.
To me, this just speaks to my genius as a JournoDog.
I’m quite curious, always looking to see what’s what and figure out if they’re worth the story. I mean, that’s what journos do, isn’t it? And doggos should be using our wet sniffing noses to sniff out those paw-some developments, no?
Not to mention that the lil hoomans down the street describe me as being the color of “nacho cheez,” so that’s just further evidence of my paw-someness.
Facts matter, and I’m a genius. Even the color-coding confirms it. And so that’s the news you should nose about.
Until next time, or whenever the news beckons like a barking dog you can’t help but pay attention to, #JournoDog out.
As always, remember: Love your pets. Support local journalism. Believe in facts and trust credible sources. Get along with other people and pets. And try to smile and find a little happiness for your heart every day.
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