Am I a journalist?

Am I a journalist? Ok, so that wasn’t a question you were expecting me to ask. I’m a dog who writes a diary. I’ve never thought of myself as a journalist, except maybe when I used it to get a press pass for Crufts. Yesterday, I received a survey for some serious research about my writing here. I did check that they really meant it for me, and they did. They are doing research into how different media is influenced and in turn influences what people think.

Somehow, I think my answers won’t be quite what they’re expecting. I’m just a dog, sharing my views of the world. I do it for love not money. I see it simply as talking to my friends, wherever you are. Of course, from time to time I tell you about things which are important to me, but only as I would if we were in the same room – unless you’d got dog treats, then I’d be too focussed on those.

Exciting news

We received the exciting news that Betty and Elvis mated yesterday. Betty is an English dog and has travelled out to Germany to meet Elvis. They are going to meet up again so we have everything crossed for them. It’s so exciting having more of our breed in the UK. I always want to go running to tell Alfie when I hear news like this. He’d be amazed by how well we’re doing now.

Mum was looking at some numbers with me yesterday. There are less than a thousand of our breed born worldwide each year. That really isn’t many. Every single one of them is precious. It makes me feel quite emotional. I just wish I could have had puppies to add to the numbers, but maybe I’ll get to be an honorary granny before my time is up.