Me and Pete
I had the honor of babysitting Bonnie Lunt's dog, Pete, while she went off to some conference in a foreign land. He was a total delight.
But here's a side-benefit to babysitting Pete: you get all of the gossip. Oh yes, I know he's out there on the streets several times a day reading "pee mail," but he's also in Bonnie's office all day, so he overhears every phone conversation and attends every meeting. And here's what I learned about the inner workings of the ad business:
Well, there's a certain account planner who is RWRR-RWRRR-RRRWR. And did you know who is having an affair? RRWRRRR and RWRWOOF. Pete thinks that a certain suit out there is all WOOF and no BARK. And the salary Bonnie was able to negotiate for RRRR-WOOF would keep Pete in treats for several years.
Pete is discreet. There are certain topics he won't bark about, like RRFFF and RUFFFF.
But were I more generous with the treats, he would have been singin' like a frggin' canary. I just didn't want to deal with the digestive disturbances such bribes might encourage.
Pete: your secrets are safe with me.
Steve Alburty