Why I started this whole newsletter mess
So I was sitting there scrolling on my phone, coffee cold as usual, when my pup Buddy started chewing the sofa leg AGAIN. And I thought, man, I wish someone just TOLD me this stuff before I got a dog. Like, how walking him makes me chill out way better than yoga apps ever did. So I figured, hey, why not put this stuff in one place? An email thing, for dog people. Easy, right? HA.
How I actually tried to do it
First thing, I grabbed my laptop and dug into why dogs rule. I mean, who knew research papers called ’em “non-judgmental social supporters”? Fancy talk for “they love you even when you forget walkies.” I scribbled notes like mad – stuff about stress dropping when you pet ’em, how dog owners move more… basic but solid things. Then reality slapped me: how do you MAKE this newsletter crap?
Turns out, free tools exist. I picked one where you drag boxes around like toddler playtime. Wrote a subject line: “Why your dog hates Tuesdays.” Sounded funnier in my head. Typed out the first draft talking about Buddy’s dumb face making my bad days suck less. Added a pic of him sleeping upside down. Looked decent! Hit “schedule” thinking I was some genius.
BUT THEN. My sister texts: “Why’d you send that twice?” Checked my email. Sent it to my whole test list three times because the buttons glitched. Felt my soul leave my body. Spent the next hour frantically apologizing, promising extra pup pics next time. Total disaster.
Why bother with this headache?
- Dog people forget stuff – like how Fido literally stops your heart from exploding when you’re stressed. Need reminders in their face.
- Vet bills suck – but knowing exercise cuts health costs? Better dollar saved than earned.
- Everyone’s drowning in bad news – getting tail wags in your inbox beats another politician yelling.
Fixed the send button issue (turned off “helpful” automation, basically). Sent round two last Tuesday. Buddy-level chaos? No. But did make Mrs. Thompson in our building cry happy tears because she felt less alone with her old Beagle. That hit harder than caffeine.
No magic, just… do it badly first
Look, would I restart knowing I’d triple-spam folks? Nope. But seeing people reply saying “this got me off the couch with Rover” – that’s the juice. Tools fight you, typos happen, but you patch it together. Dog owners NEED this stuff, even if your tech skills started at “can open browser.” Truth? Just throw some messy bones out there. Someone’s gonna chew on ’em.
