A Cheeky Changeling -- The Official Ezine of Changeling Press

RAMBLINGS OF A JACK RUSSELL TERRIER

by Anne Kane

Tax season.

I think it should be outlawed. I assume you all know that the author has a day job, and most of the time I quite enjoy going to the office. When we get there in the morning, everyone admires me and shares bits of their morning snacks, I settle down on my sheepskin covered bed and nap until it’s time for my walk at lunch time. It’s a very nice life, but tax season just turns my whole schedule upside down.

For one thing, we have to get to the office earlier, which means that we have to get up earlier and my morning walk is in the dark. The sun is not up in the dark, and it’s cold outside. I don’t like being cold, and all my buddies are still on their regular schedules so I miss the social interactions with my fellow canines. I mean really, why should I have to sacrifice for the sake of taxes?

When we get to the office, everyone is busy. Sure, they usually give me a quick pat and a tidbit but it’s not the same. I like to be properly admired. It sets the tone for the rest of my day. And speaking of the rest of the day, it’s not easy to nap with dozens of strange people traipsing in and out of the office all day.

By the time tax season is over, I am going to deserve something very special to make up for all this inconvenience. I think a camping trip might just make me feel better. Excuse me while I start dragging the sleeping bags out to the living room. Maybe the author will take the hint.