Hey Dad,

Just wrapped up another wild day as the Pawject Manager at Pawsburgh Inc. I’m the guy keeping tails wagging while juggling accounts and avoiding puddles. Saved our biggest client with moves slicker than a wet nose. Life lesson? It’s all about fetching success, one chew toy at a time. Catch ya later for a game of tug-o-war!

Trixie 🐾✨

Picture this: it’s a typical day at Pawsburgh Incorporated – that’s the “kibble and bits” office where I, Trixie, am known as the ‘Pawject’ Manager. Here in this bustling hub, nestled between Akita Alley and Terrier Town, my colleagues and I tap our paws on keyboards and unleash our potential. There’s a rhythm to the tapping, a melody to the madness – and if you listen closely, you can almost hear the soundtrack to every office sitcom ever aired.

The camera invariably finds me – there’s no missing this brown and white Old English Bulldog – and it records my entry as though I’m about to declare “I’m ready for my close-up, Mr. DeMille.” The humans think we snooze on cushions, but in Pawsburgh, we’re more like ‘Furry Suits’: we run the joint.

A day in the life? It’s no walk in the park, unless you count our lunch break at Pup’s Poutine, where the gravy is always thick and tails are always wagging. My morning began at The Barking Boutique, my tie selection critical. You have to look sharp when you’re sealing deals with a sniff and a handshake.

The camera loves Sally and Bodhi, the Jack Russell duo from accounting; they’re the Jim and Pam of our little doggie drama. We often find ourselves sitting in impromptu meetings at Doggone Deli, discussing the important matters – like who left paw prints on the copy machine.

Today’s agenda is performance reviews. You can cut the tension with a chew toy. But, the thing about us dogs is, we keep it real and honest – none of that human sugarcoating. As I make my rounds, motivational speaker echoes through the corridors of my mind: you miss 100% of the balls you don’t chase.

Then, the turning point: our top client, Onyx Otterhound Oasis, threatens to pull their account. The pack looks to me; it’s my time to howl. My inner monologue goes full Sorkin, dialogue pacing through my head like a Greyhound on a track. “This is the moment,” I bark to my team, “when we don’t just sit and stay – we roll over, and we play dead. We do whatever it takes!”

Cue the montage of brainstorming sessions, phone calls, high-paws, and intense glances. It’s here in such moments that I’m reminded of my weaknesses – like that chilling memory of rain or a disdain for puddles. Yet, here I stand, defiantly dry, looking over the battleground of office chairs and half-chewed pens.

We keep our client, of course. There were treats and belly rubs all around. And as the sun set, painting the sky in hues of victory, Sally, Bodhi, and I made our way to happy hour at Pawprint Pizzeria. The pie of choice? A meat lover’s dream, hold the anchovies.

And that well-worn squeaky ball? It’s still with me – it’s not just an object, but a symbol of persisting through the ups and downs, the meetings that could have been emails, and the thrill of the chase, whether it’s after a Frisbee or the next big account.

So, what’s the moral of this tail? Even in an office, whether it’s the vibrant streets of Pawsburgh or the dull glow of human fluorescent lights, life’s about wagging through it all with your friends by your side and your favorite toy within paw’s reach. And maybe – just maybe – it’s all about finding that one spot on the carpet where the sunshine always hits just right. That’s where you’ll find me, Trixie, the heart and soul of Pawsburgh Incorporated – signing off for another day.

The End.