Hey Mom & Dad,

Crazy day at work! My big idea got the wag of approval prepping for a kittie-clients meeting—imagine a doggo conniving with the cats! Labored over ‘Catch the Light’ pitch, and it went purr-fectly. Must be barking up the right career tree! More tail wags and stories when I see you.

Hugs and head pats,
BonBon 🐾📸

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Oh, great. The tell-tale hiss of the espresso machine from Woof Waffles sneaks its way through the morning air, reminding me that, despite the phenomenon of coherent thought, here I am without opposable thumbs. I can’t even grasp a latte, much less operate the frother. Such is life for Bonnie, the resident wags-to-riches success of Pawsburg’s K9-5 workforce.

You see, I hold a rather cushy position at Best in Show Photography—the unofficial historian for all of Pawsburg’s most memorable moments. It’s Monday, and I’m mentally preparing for the inevitable onslaught of mediocre Monday motivations and the usual workplace banter. I should be bounded in for a quiet day, tucked behind my desk with that frayed rope—that unsung hero of mine. But hang on, is that…?

“BONNIE!” a tinny voice claws through my cogitation. It’s Scout, careening down Sapphire Schnauzer Street with enough urgency to suggest the apocalypse—or at least a sale at The Tail Wagger’s Tailor.

“Office meeting, stat!” Scout yaps, before bolting away just as quickly, his beagle ears flapping like loose sails in a gale.

As I trudge towards our office—a charming nook above Dachshund’s Deli—I can’t help but ponder what earth-shattering news awaits. Will we finally upgrade from that Stone Age printer? God forbid unjamming it. Or peradventure, the robins quit the gossip mill, taking their chirpy tabloid exclusives elsewhere?

I push open the door, and it hits me—the smell of Bulldog’s BBQ from last Friday’s lunch still lingering, mingling with the faintest whiff of desperation. I’m waylaid by Whiskers. “Bonnie, dear, heard about the vacuum uprising?” he purrs sarcastically, unaware that I consider the appliance to be akin to a four-wheeled monster.

“Just because I avoid the soul-sucking monstrosity doesn’t mean I spearhead a rebellion, whiskered one,” I mutter, flashing a grin to a couple of tail-wagging interns.

Settling into my chair, I survey my kingdom of canine camaraderie. There’s boss-lady Luna, the border collie whose herding instincts make her a godsend when reigning in deadlines and off-leash creatives. Over there is Max, a dapper Doberman, master of finances and snoozer extraordinaire.

“Alright, everyone,” Luna begins, “big news! There’s a sales pitch today, and the clients prefer cats. Yes, I know. So, we need a plan—”

I snort. A cat—a creature that would sooner nap inside the sample products than acknowledge them? But this is it. The spotlight moment. I, Bonnie, with a coat that Picasso would envy and a tongue sharp with Sedaris-esque wit, am about to pitch the tail-wagging idea of the century!

“Guys, we need a theme. Picture this: ‘Catch the Light: Capturing Feline Finesse in a Canine World’. We highlight the contrast, the unity, the ‘tail’ of two species.”

I continue, the maze of my thoughts spooling out before me. Scout jots down the concept while Max raises an eyebrow, likely questioning my sanity or wondering if there’s any lunch left.

The meeting wraps with Luna’s approving nod. Success tastes like the chance of a bonus, or at the very least, an extra hour at Spa for Paws. The plan’s in paw—I mean, place—and I revel in my brindle-coated brilliance amidst the nosy robins’ roost and a mockumentary-worthy cast of canine colleagues. Whiskers is in the corner, plotting a nap heist, but I’m pretty sure he’s impressed.

And as the sun climbs high, casting light on Diamond Doberman Dunes, we, the esteemed employees of Pawsburg, set forth on yet another manic Monday, much like our human counterparts—it’s all about barking up the right tree. Or photocopier. In my internal monologue, they’re indistinguishable really. And with one last look at that frayed rope, a symbol of my duties, I’m grateful. After all, who needs thumbs when you’ve got paws, friends, and the perfect underdog story?

Here in Pawsburg, adventures unfurl and some are captured in frames, while others dance away, whispered to the moon by the dogs who live them.

The End.

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