Dogs Need Palmpilots

I need an intern. Perhaps a young Border Collie or a pure ACD, someone to tend to the basics. I already have my paws full, making sure Boss gets to his classes, workshops, that oh so long late night whatever it is he does at the writers' conference. I have my own duties. Mascot for the whole graduate writing program. Trips to the Bay area for workshops there. Stops along the way to get a sense of what's going on in the Interior. And coyotes! Jeez! Last night, I had to fight off at least twenty, keening, and barking, and snarling. At least sixteen, maybe even ten; surely six from the sound of their voices. One dog cannot get it all in and still maintain order. I'm thinking maybe someone in The College of Creative Studies at UCSB or perhaps one of Boss's better students at Antioch. An intern, that's the ticket.