The Journalist & Photographer Dog Bore
Dog Bore: Claire Cudahy
Job: Journalist & photographer
English Shepherd, she's from Modesto, California
How did you meet your canine companion?
I came across Daisy's photo while browsing PetFinder.com. I had just graduated college, had a job that I hated, and felt a little lost. I needed to make a change and getting a canine companion seemed like the right choice. Daisy's photo was the first one I saw when I searched dogs near me, and it just felt right. That same day I drove two hours to meet her, and she was snuggling up next to me in bed that very night.
What’s the story behind your dog’s name?
She came with the name Daisy, and for whatever reason it just fit her.
How has your life changed since you have had your dog?
I've been very fortunate to always have jobs where Daisy comes to work with me. In fact, we rarely spend time apart at all. She comes with me to hang out with friends and dine at outdoor patios. She moved to Canada with me and my boyfriend; she's been on week-long road trips across the U.S.; and camped, hiked and backpacked in too many states to count. She's my adventure buddy and best friend.
Which 3 words best describe your dog’s personality?
Loyal, mellow and wise
Who’s your dog’s favourite person?
What’s your dog’s superpower?
She has this calming effect on people. Her gentle spirit makes people feel at ease, and also starts conversations between me and new people that I might not talk to otherwise.
If your dog had a job, what would it be?
She already has a job: resident office greeter and treat eater at the Tahoe Daily Tribune. She roams the office napping under people's desks and makes us all laugh when she starts snoring under the conference table during meetings.
What’s your dog’s most unappealing / most embarrassing habit?
Hmm...I'd have to say the occasional butt scoot across the carpet right in front of people while making direct eye contact.
Where can we find you hanging out with your dog?
If Daisy's not sleeping beside be while I'm writing (or perhaps binge-watching a show on Netflix), we're out on a trail high in the Sierra Nevada mountains taking pictures and feeling damn lucky to live there.
Finish this sentence "a dog walks into a bar….”
and I freak out and spend the entire evening petting it instead of socializing with humans.