Hello, my name is Sophie and I am the dog of Smile TV. I work here at Smile TV as the dog. Smile TV is pretty great, I think. I’m not really sure what TV is. Also, human smiles are strange. I don’t really understand them. Which is why I like to make people smile, to study them. And also because they are good and they make me happy inside. All smiles are pretty good. I like sharing smiles and seeing smiles and making the people smile.
I’m what’s called a “therapy dog,” which means that making people smile is my job. I don’t get paid “money” for this job, which is OK because I don’t have any pockets where I would put the money, and also there are no dog stores which accept money paid by dogs. I think. I do get paid in really expensive dog food, which is good because I like eating. I also get paid in cool treats, but that’s just a bonus for being a good dog. Which I am. Darn, I am a really good dog, aren’t I? That’s what the people tell me. Gosh, I like the people. Oh, and I also get paid in the smiles.
The main people who I hang out with are the people at the office, who are Sandy, who is my person, Sherry, Kyle, Wendy (who isn’t in the office but takes me jogging sometimes and it’s fun), Emeric, and Jasmin. There are also three new ones, named Danya, Erik, and Michael. They’re all really nice, even though Erik used to be afraid of dogs, but he isn’t anymore. That’s really confusing. Why would someone be scared of me? I’m a good dog. Humans are nice but a lot of the time they don’t make any sense.
Another way that humans are weird is that they have no idea that all dogs can think and type. Most dogs just play Farmville or goof around on Tumblr but I want to bring my blog public, to the human world. I mean, the human world besides this office. If the people here learn that I’m secretly a professional blogger…well I don’t know what would happen, but I don’t want to risk it.
This job is a pretty good job. I get to sit around and nap and get scratched and do tricks while the humans do their work, which, honestly, doesn’t really seem to be as much fun as sitting around, doing tricks, and getting scratched/petted by literally everyone. They do get treats, though, like “granola bars” and “crackers” and “popcorn” and whatever a “soup plantation” is, but they feed them to themselves. That doesn’t really seem fair to me. They keep the food up on a table where I can’t reach (because most humans are taller than most dogs).
But that’s okay. The humans have their own problems. Like today, they were all running around and yelling their weird heads off about how their glowy boxes, like the one I’m on right now, weren’t working right because of the internet. They all ran into one room, like how I run outside for the FedEx guy. He gives me treats. Is the internet like treats but for humans? I would’ve thought that the treats would be the treats. I personally am on the internet right now and honestly I’d rather be eating treats. Or napping. Or getting scratched. Oh well. I think I hear someone coming, so I’ll see you next time I can sneak onto the computer without the people noticing! Hopefully it’ll be pretty soon. Goodbye!