My human's been staring at the computer a little more than usual lately. This gets pretty boring to watch after awhile, so yesterday I finally complained.
Alright, I didn't complain so much as just parked myself at her feet and put on my best sad-eyed look. A look that said I'm withering away from sheer boredom. Step away from the computer. Love me. Play with me. Pay me some attention. Please! At first my human resisted. Then she spilled the beans:
Sorry, Pug. I can't play with you right now, we're in a recession.
Duh. Of course we're in a recession. I hear enough NPR in the car to know that. But I guess this recession thing has made it so my human actually has to spend more time in front of the computer because she's a freelancer (?) and it's getting harder to find work in this economy. So I came up with a brilliant plan: me and brother Dutch are going to get jobs.
I'm not sure if we have any marketable skills (other than looking cute), but I figure it's worth a try. A job would give us something to do when the human is staring at the computer and bring in some extra money for stuff like new toys and cookies. With the national unemployment rate at 9.7 percent (11.6% here in California) I figure we'll at least have lots of company if we don't find one.