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What Working for The Dogist Taught Me About Fame, Dogs, and Belonging
Preface I should probably start by saying the version of me entering this story is not the same person writing it now. Back then I just entering my 30s. I was carrying around a camera and an ego disguised as ambition, which, if we’re being honest, is a pretty standard New York starter pack. I thought I was sharper than I was, more talented than I was, more important than I was. I was 30, I truly believed deeply in my heart I was a fully formed seasoned, wise adult. I thought
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