It may be the ruffest gig on Earth.
Midtown Manhattan-based dog wellness brand Spot & Tango is sniffing around for an intern to help “evaluate” dog breath as it researches how well its new pooch “dental solution” works.
“Help us make NYC smell better, one dog at a time,” reads the listing for the gig, posted on startup and tech site Built in NYC.
The $25 an hour summer internship will also compensate whoever’s hired with “unlimited puppy kisses.”
Requirements include “a nose that can detect even the faintest hint of funk,” to help them “take canine oral hygiene to the next level.”
Spot & Tango was founded in 2017 by Russell Breuer as a direct-to-consumer company focused on fresh, healthy and sustainable dog food.
A refined schnoz that allows you to “detect your roommate’s leftover garlic pasta even when the fridge is closed” could get applicants to the front of the line, the ad suggests.
The perfect candidate needs to be “brave, bold, and nosy (literally) to get up close and personal with NYC’s finest canines.”
And the ideal candidate won’t mind being “responsible for conducting breath tests around dog parks, creating a funk-o-meter evaluation metric, and running competitive analysis” in real-time.
The employee is expected to “maintain highly detailed scent notes (e.g., ‘Hint of tuna? Eau de garbage? Delightfully neutral?’)”
Experience in canine behavior, veterinary tech, or pet wellness is a plus, but not a requirement.
And it touts one of its best perks as “unlimited dog cuddles.”
It might sound like an awful way to make a buck, but it could be worse.
You could be a maggot wrangler. A lab-rat decapitator. Or an Afghani travel agent.
Those are just a few of the occupations listed in the book, “50 Jobs Worse Than Yours,” published by Bloomsbury and written by a former office temp, hummus salesman and J. Crew parodist, Justin Racz.
He came up with what he considers the 10 worst jobs in the city. At. No 1: Scuba divers on the NYPD Body Recovery Unit 1, which hunts for rotting corpses in the East River and other bodies of water.
Killing rats (No. 5) is another job not for the squeamish. “When they’re dead, they stink,” a Bronx exterminator told The Post. “Sometimes you can’t get the stench out of your nose.”
As a last resort, you could always join Mayor Eric Adams’ staff. Though, it hasn’t worked out for most.
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