My Dog Thinks I Work for Him

I used to think I had a dog, but now I’m convinced he has me. Between the 6AM stares and the judgmental sighs, I’ve realized something: I work for him. And weirdly? I LOVE it.

Morning = Mandatory

No alarm needed. He’s beside my bed before sunrise, breathing loudly and blinking with purpose. The message is clear: it's TIME, girl...

Food Comes First (His, Not Mine)

If breakfast is late? He lets me know. With pacing, whining... the full drama number. And don’t even think about serving plain kibble.

He Supervises My Fancy Zoom Calls

Work from home? More like work under observation (he stares, he sighs). He once sat in my chair like he was preparing to lead the next meeting.

Yes, I Wear His Face

Okay, I’ll admit it, I got a necklace. A custom Pet Face Bracelet with his little face on it. Because always have to be in the spotlight, you know.

The Best Kind of Boss

He doesn’t care about emails or deadlines. But he knows when I need a break, even before I do. He reminds me to pause, play, and breathe.

Conclusion

So yeah, I work for him. And every day I show up, earning my tail-wagging allowance, with a paltry salary and all, because there's no other job I'd rather have. And you? You have a job that's that great, too?