The picture was taken, I posted it on our blog, and one year later that photo has received 2,332 hits on our blog page. Only three other blogs we have written have gotten more hits.
This has caused quite a bit of consternation in my pack, in both its conscious and unconscious states. Foley and River work on their blogs for hours, coming up with imaginative stories, grand adventures, glorious tributes, and if their work gets a couple of hundred hits they congratulate themselves on their achievement. But beneath that burns an all consuming jealousy that my pretty mug has drawn 100 times as many views.
River will be sitting at the table, one paw on the keyboard, another scratching her head as she contemplates her next words. “Why don’t you just take my picture, then you’d get lots of hits,” I say. She snaps at me but being snoutless her teeth don’t pose much of a threat.
Foley popped into my dreams, made me get out of bed and call up our blog. She showed me the comments under my picture that were spam for shoes and clothes. “It must be some sort of marketing thing,” she explained. “People see your picture is popular, go to it to find out why, and they get free advertising. You’re just a cog on the machine of big business.”
She didn’t appreciate when I told her she was just a cog in the big wheel of jealousy. Nor did she appreciate my advice.
One picture is worth a 1,000 words, and a 1,000 hits, especially if they look like this.