My name? Pilot. No Biblical reference, so put Pontius out of your head because I love all humans. Think Pilot project. Pilot a ship. Pilot light. Pilot experiment. Pilot chute. Pilot a plane (or maybe a parachute?). Think Jayne Eyre and Mr. Rochester’s loyal companion Pilot.
My breed? Portuguese Water Dog. I came before Bo Obama but I’m still proud of one of my own getting into the White House. Although I bet he has never rolled in a dead animal (unless the NSA buried a two-legged creature somewhere in the White House lawn which today seems a strong possibility but risky during the Easter Egg Roll), so I’m pretty sure Bo always smells like lavender dog wash and not my personal faves, deadrabbitsnakewormsfishprariedog.
My favorite activities? Running the Mesa Trail or Marshall Mesa with my mom, swimming, making snow angels, chasing rabbits, turning into an insane devil around skateboard and snowmobiles, rolling in horse poop with my sister Hazel, working as a therapy dog with my dogsitter, and looking for tummy pats in the Newton Running offices. Oh, and I’ve got the Newton CEO wrapped around my paw. I look at him and wag my tail and I’m sure to get a treat.
My “meh” list? All the other dogs in the office.