Behind the Mic with Mom: A Papillon’s Perspective on Audiobooks, Barking, and the Great Talking Scam

Dear Human Readers,

Hi. It’s me. Pixie. The fluffy superstar of the Magical Papillon Mysteries—and the uncredited, unpaid, and completely underappreciated behind-the-scenes talent of this entire household.

So apparently, this week’s blog post is “About the Author.” But really, who knows her better than me? I see all. I hear all. I nap through most of it. So buckle up, because I'm about to tell you what it’s really like living with a writer who moonlights as an audiobook narrator—and spoiler alert: it involves a lot of dramatic whisper-talking and an unreasonable amount of “SHHHH-ing.”

Let’s talk about the Little Room.

No, not the bathroom. The other little room. The one filled with foam panels and wires and that giant puffy microphone that looks like it should be chasing Indiana Jones through a cave. This, apparently, is where “the magic happens.” I call it the Box of Solitude and Unjust Barking Bans.

Every day, Mom walks in there with her mug of tea (that I’m not allowed to sip from—rude), puts on her “serious narrator face,” and starts talking. For hours. Just talking. Out loud. To no one.

And I get in trouble for barking at a raccoon?? Who’s the real menace to society here?

She reads these stories—stories about me, mind you, because we all know who the real star is—and acts like she's doing something hard. "Oh Pixie, I’m tired. I had to do a 15-page monologue today.” Oh please. I had to run full-speed across the backyard because the neighbor's cat looked at me funny. That’s stamina.

Sometimes she does "character voices." I swear, one time she tried to do a British accent and sounded like Mary Poppins on helium. I barked. Because obviously someone needed to put a stop to it. She called it “ruining the take.” I call it community service.

Let’s not even get into the injustice of it all. I get yelled at for vocalizing my opinions, but she can go on for HOURS talking to imaginary people in her head and that’s considered “work”? Dogs don’t talk for a reason. It’s called evolutionary wisdom, Karen.

And when she’s done? Oh, the drama. She staggers out of the box like she’s returned from the mines. “Pixie,” she moans, “my voice is shot, I need honey.” Meanwhile, I’m out here voice-ready, hair brushed, ears perked, looking adorable—twenty-four-seven. Where’s my honey?

I did offer to help once. I pawed the mic. I even gave a little bark-squeak (perfect for chapter endings!). But was I thanked? No. I was bribed with a biscuit and escorted out like a diva at a garden party.

So now I lie outside the booth. Waiting. Watching. Judging. Occasionally farting.

One day, she’ll realize what an asset I am. Until then, I’ll continue my work as an Emotional Support Fluff, squirrel surveillance agent, and audiobook quality-control technician (I bark every time she mispronounces “sarsaparilla”).

So next time you listen to one of her audiobooks, remember: there’s a five-pound genius behind it all, unsung, unbarked, and unjustly shushed.

Sincerely,
Pixie the Papillon
Resident Muse, Bark-eting Specialist, and Voiceover Critic Extraordinaire

P.S. I’m available for voice acting roles. I specialize in “yappy yet charming.”

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