But aside from discovering that I’m an impressive Administrative Assistant, I have also learned something else about myself: I love video conferencing.
I know. I know. Most people hate video conferencing. They hate being on camera, they hate being recorded, and they hate having to try to look put together when in reality they haven’t worn anything fancier than daytime pajamas in weeks.
But me? As my loyal readers know, I'm always ready for my closeup. Sure, my family thinks I'm in need of a bath, but I know that my fur is always luxurious and flowing and looks even better when caked in dirt and covered in grass stains (it adds a level of ruggedness).
I'm also a known ham when it comes to any kind of photography (think of how naturally posing comes to me) and any ham worth his salt knows when the camera starts rolling and I'm no different. A minute after a video conference begins, I wake up from my nap (I was on break) and, if I’m not already there, make my way to Sister’s make-shift office. If the door is open, I walk in, but if I discover that the door is closed, I bark my super high pitched bark and refuse to stop until Sister excuses herself from the meeting and opens the door (it’s a reputation thing—if she doesn’t let me in her co-workers will think less of her for letting me bark so piteously). Once inside the room, I climb over my desk, step on Sister's binders, and force myself between her and her desk. But despite all this, I'm still out of range of the webcam, so I drape myself as far into Sister’s lap as possible (usually my chin is dripping from a recent drink of water) and lift my snout up in the air. By doing all this, I can just make my way into the frame.
And oh boy do I know when I’ve succeeded. Suddenly, all conversation (usually boring since the meeting is rarely about food) ceases and the computer speakers issue forth with a wave of "oohs" and "ahhs."
"Rigby!" I hear.
"Puppy!"
"What a cutie!"
"What's his name?"
"He's so beautiful!"
"Is he a Golden?"
It’s wonderful! Sure, it would be better if all those admirers were in the room with me, rubbing my belly and scratching my ears, but that wouldn't be the socially responsible thing to do right now. Sometimes, depending on the conference, Sister even lowers the webcam so that I can appear fully on screen without having to stretch. Needless to say, that’s when the virtual room explodes. All I can say is that I’m sure that my cuteness is responsible for countless deals Sister has made over the last month and a half.
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