Simba is an awesome boy. I met him last year, the week of Thanksgiving. It was crazy cold and absolutely pouring, and the shelter where he lives is mostly outdoors, so they needed to find temporary fosters for some of the dogs.
He jumped in my car and chilled on the drive. He played with my dogs (an American Staffordshire/Tolling Retriever mix and a Pomeranian) and left my cat alone. He snuggled with me on the couch and curled up for naps in a laundry basket. He was such a sweet and pretty dog, I thought he'd be adopted in no time!
Months later, Simba is still looking for a home. Check this dude out! He deserves a family. I'm told he's getting sad at the shelter, so we need to get him out of there.
What I Do, Job-wise: So. Much. Other than playing on-air every day (and on DO YOU HATE IT? Sunday nights), you might get an e-mail response from me if you write in asking to know the name of a song or whether we're looking for interns. I'm all over the place, like a ninja, but less stealthy.