It’s getting bad.
My editor went to the pound today for a story and came back with pictures. There were five little puppies somebody just dumped there last night.
And more that were dropped off yesterday.
I just want one so bad it is ridiculous. I teared up when I thought about them out in that cement outdoor area.
Which is why I tried to convince the big bosses we needed a mascot. A living mascot. In the form of a puppy, of course.
I tried to come up with newspaper-related names for our puppy even.
I think the favorite was Off The Record.
Here is one shot I loved: