#Chapter 43: I Can Handle This Myself

A dog fashion show isn’t quite like anything I’ve ever been to before. Armed with my borrowed work camera and my press pass, I enter the large circus tents and walk straight into something like a parade of dogs in hats and coats and sparkling outfits. There’s no real rhyme or reason to what’s happening here. It’s chaos mostly, but everyone is laughing and drinking and having a good time. It’s then I realize… this is not necessarily an event for the dogs, but one for their owners. This isn’t a contest. It’s nothing serious at all. It’s a networking event with cute dogs thrown in for positive vibes. Honestly, it’s my kind of place. I’m in my element here. Some of the people recognize me from the country club. When I tell them I’m working for the Harbinger News Company now, they even seem pleased. They eagerly talk to me and give me quotes about the event. In the end, I’m able to record direct quotes from several prominent people, including the mayor himself, who insisted that