My Dog Got Me A Job?

June 16, 2020
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This is Charlie

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Ok, so friday night is Fiance’s D&D night, and since I’m bushed by the end of the week, so I usually go get a pizza and spend the night watching murder mysteries and writing trashy fic with Charlie.

So last month I take him with me to get pizza, and for funsies, we walk around the shopping center and pass by this specialty butcher/fishmonger place. I stuck my head in the door to see what they had becuase you don’t bring your dog into places without permission.

“Hi! I just wanted to see what you have on offer her-”

“OH MY GOD CAN I GIVE YOUR DOG A BONE?”  Yells the lady inside.  We come in and suddenly my little brat is The World’s Most Perfect Angel ™ because there is steak on offer and does his best doe-eyed begging at her and the rest of the staff and was all around very charming.  He got a beef bone (raw, which is safe for dogs as long as they’re supervised whilst chewing and you toss it if it starts to get gross, I asked the vet) and fussed over and all in all it was a very good time.

Friday, I go back for my semi-weekly pizza, pop in to say Hi, and the nice lady that runs the shop asks “WHERE’S CHARLIE?” and I explain that he’s staying with my parents for finals, we talk about her dog, we talk about school, we talk about the crap job market and I mention that I had a passing knowledge of butchering technique and still had my food handler’s permit.

“Look, my apprentice is leaving in February.”  She says. “If you get your permit re-upped by then you can have his job.  But you also have to bring Charlie.”

So, uh… Yeah, starting in Feb I have an apprentice butchering job? Because my dog is cute?

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