You’re Missing Out, Mom

Well, well, well, hello there, dear reader! It’s Winston here, your favorite French Bulldog, ready to recap another thrilling week in the life of yours truly. Buckle up because this week, I have some seriously professional bone to pick with my mom.

Here’s the situation: my mom has these “big, important sales meetings,” which apparently require professional decorum. And for some unexplainable reason, I’m not invited. Can you believe it?! I, Winston, the pinnacle of charm and one-wiggle-tail-away from sealing the deal, am left out. My mom says it’s “not fair” to have me in the meetings because my cuteness would give her an unfair advantage. UNFAIR ADVANTAGE? Um, excuse me, isn’t the goal of sales to WIN?!

Keeping me out of these meetings is just not going to do, so I’m ready to make my case.

Winston’s Wisdom: Why I’m Your Secret Weapon

To my mom (and any other doubters out there), here’s the deal. I am the perfect wingman for these sales meetings. My skills include:

• Making people smile with zero effort: Imagine your client having a bad day, only to see me strut in with my bouncy steps and perfectly wrinkled forehead. Mood instantly lifted.
• Breaking the ice: Conversations can be awkward, but throw me in, and boom—we’re talking about how soft my ears are, reminiscing about their childhood dog, or how I look like I belong on a magazine cover (true). Before they know it, they’re signing contracts like it’s the holidays.
• Zero competition: Unless they’re bringing puppies to THEIR sales teams (spoiler: they won’t), you’ve got a monopoly on the Winston Effect.

Basically, I’m like a living, breathing sales funnel. Let me in, Mom. Let me revolutionize the game.

My Strategic Week

Because my mom isn’t seeing my business value (yet), I decided to strategize this week. That’s right, I’ve been putting in the work to prepare for my future role as Sales Executive Pup. Here’s what I’ve been up to:

• Spying on the Meetings: Yep, I’ve been lurking on the edge of her meetings, sneaking the occasional peek. You know what’s missing in those rooms? Cuteness. I couldn’t help but shake my fluffy head at the lack of strategic charm.
• Practicing Charm in the Mirror: Oh, readers, you should’ve seen me. I’ve got my big, googly eyes down pat. My head tilts? Chef’s kiss. My little paw-lift move? Iconic. A few times, I even caught myself saying, “Hire Winston,” out loud.
• Mastering Stealth Operations: What if I could sneak into these sales meetings? Don’t laugh—this Frenchie is stealthier than I look. I’ve perfected my silent tip-pawing and desk-climbing skills. It’s only a matter of time.
• Daydreaming of Sales Glory: Sometimes, I just lie on my back and imagine the standing ovation when I close my first deal. Spoiler alert: It’s magical.

Honestly, my efforts have been exhausting, but hey, greatness doesn’t come easy.

What Comes Next?

Now, dear reader, I’ll leave you with this. I may be small, but I’ve got big dreams. This week, I’ve put in the work, and next week, who knows? Maybe you’ll hear how I’ve finally managed to convince my mother of my greatness and secured the biggest deal in company history (with my irresistibly cute head tilt, of course).

But until then, remember this: if you’re not using all your available resources—including your adorable Frenchie—you’re leaving kibble on the table, my friend. Stay tuned for more updates from the world’s soon-to-be greatest Sales Pup.

To paw-sperity and beyond,

Winston 🐾