[Mollie's dog, Moxie, submitted an entry for this blog, which Mollie was nice enough to type up for us.]

As the most reliable office dog in the building and self-proclaimed Timber Press mascot, I made a shocking discovery yesterday when checking this blog. Since when do we allow cats to review books? Who approved this? How can this be?

For the last several months I’ve faithfully arrived at work: I’ve traversed through 105 degree heat waves while wearing a fur coat. I’ve nearly been blown off the Burnside bridge during a freak summer thunderstorm. I’ve stuck my nose into smells that really should be forbidden. And then I take one month off (not by choice either — my human is participating in the September Bike-to-Work challenge and she still needs someone to buy her a bike trailer) and suddenly those few and far between animal/publishing opportunities are being handed out like catnip to animals that have never even set paw in the office.

I guess I’ll just have to start being a little more vocal with my ideas so all my co-workers don’t think I’m just lounging around and dreaming the day away. You know, maybe Tom’s next book could be about canines, the truest companion out there (much more loyal than perennials, I have to say). Or perhaps Laura Foster would be interested in refocusing her abilities in a Portland Dog Walks book? Give me a few belly rubs and I think I could dream up the perfect reviewer for those titles …