Bolt has been with me through thick and thin since I was nine years old. I’ll never forget the first day I met him. He walked himself on his own leash to me and hugged me from behind. I knew he was our dog at that moment.

Bolt has sat with me through every article I edit and write. He is even next to me at this very moment as I compile my photo essay.

Journalism has been part of all four of my high school years, along with when I was little and would play “reporter.” I have edited for three years, and my last year is coming to an end. My best friend has been there for me the whole time.

Bolt has a way of keeping me focused on my work. He doesn’t care how stubborn I am. If anything, he is even more headstrong.

His favorite strategy of cheering me on and supporting me is making sure I can’t get up until I finish my edits or writing. He will literally sit on top of me, so I can’t move.

Sometimes the sun is in just the right place, so Bolt cheers me on from afar. I know the thought is still there, and I admire the ability to multitask by sun bathing and babysitting your human at the same time.

Sometimes Bolt needs my help too. After eight years, he still hasn’t adjusted to Colorado weather. In return I will give in and share my blankets with him. Unless he steals it from me first…

When he can’t find me in my usual editing spot, Bolt will hunt me down and personally make sure I finish my work before leaving my side.

Even in the early mornings of editing and writing, Bolt finds me. He and his accomplice, Dakota, will trap me on my bed, while I type along to the morning birds.

I love this little guy and appreciate him for always being there. Like journalism, my dogs have been a huge part of my life.