Daily, I sit in queenly fashion up in my daddy’s downtown Waco office building, greeting visitors with barks. I enjoy watching them dance about the room as I nip merrily at their shoes or attack their pants legs. That includes the postman, whom I attack as if I were a Doberman.
For all the Waco piece, go here.
Obviously, this column was meant to be cute, but I find it rather depressing. The Trib is far too good a newspaper to waste precious column inches on material like this. Especially when all across the country non-canine reporters and columnists are losing their jobs.
For the Observer blog and the rest of Mann's comment, go here.
All is lost, fellow readers. Cutesy, untalented amateurs seem to rule the pages of our newspapers.