Me: Welcome to Babble, Maggie, so glad you could take time from your busy schedule to be with us today.
Maggie: You promised me a bone.
Me: Why don’t you tell the readers a little bit about yourself?
Maggie: I’m a Labrador; I hoard socks and sticks. Where’s the bone?
Me: Do you have a favorite book?
Maggie: Bobby Flay’s Grill It! There’s meat on the cover.
Me: How do you feel you inspire my work?
Maggie: When you run out of wine I let you rub my belly. How much longer is this going to take? I need to chase my tail.
Me: Do you prefer fiction or nonfiction?
Maggie: I prefer BONES! What do I have to do, beg? You know I will.
Me: Do you have any career goals?
Maggie: I’m starting my Hospice training, but the nice trainer-lady with the treats thinks I may still be too young and exuberant. What does that mean? Does it mean I get treats?
Me: Any final thoughts for the nice people?
Maggie: Yeah, dogs rock! Adopt if you can, we’ll love you forever! Oh, one more thing, Mom is not nuts, she’s on deadline and its Weight Watchers weigh in day – makes her loopy.