I’m sitting here fretting - at 9:00, a journalist is popping by to do a story (again!) on my working dogs and my research. This is all find and dandy, I don’t mind babbling about it all for hours, n’ I’ve done it before.
When we spoke last week, though, he was all enthusiastic, because he found this story to be a “sexy story” - anything with dogs, apparently, does well! I can understand why…
Then, he tells me: “I’ll be sending our photographer over about a week after, so we can have a couple of pictures…” GAH! I hate photographers. I’m 100% non-photogenic. Tim (the journalist) laughed and said that his photographer was a good one, and that he could make any “cute girl with a cute dog” look good.
I told him he’d have a cute dog, but that for the rest, he may need to ask for someone else…
I HATE photographers. bleh!
… and now the interview component is this morning, n’ there’s no backing out…
Who would like to take in a Canadian refugee, hiding away from the photographers?