Howl-dy, friend!!

Pip here, reporting fur duty as the official mascot of Team Debbie HQ!

In my new role with the human resources department, my days are spent hard at work sniffing around to make sure the staff at Team DMP has the emotional pup-port they need to keep up with the hard work of an in-cycle campaign for Senate (and to make sure no crumbs on the floor go to waste).

That said, I'll cut to the chase — and sadly, it's not the fun kind, with tennis balls: I've been smelling a lot of stress sweat today, and it's concentrated around the finance pack's workspace.

Even though it's still a dog month (nine human days) away, I think it's because of this $1,000,000 end-of-quarter goal I keep hearing about.

And according to the leader of the pack, if we come up short, Debbie won't have a chance of withstanding the barking-mad attack ads her stinkin'-rich opponent Rick Scott plans to use to muddy her reputation!

Debbie isn't a fat cat like him, so she's counting on every cent of pup-port she can fetch from grassroots Democrats like you to win. That's why, like any self-respecting cattle dog, I'm on the job to help herd the remaining $93,876 we need so Debbie has the resources to finally bring Rick Scott to heel.

Since I'm a very good boy, I promise not to nip at your heels ... but I will beg until the cows come home: So PRETTY PLEASE, friend, will you throw Debbie a bone by chipping in a few barks right away?

RUFF! (That's Australian Shepherd for "thank you sooooo much,")

💖🐾 (Pip the Campaign Pup)