Stamp of Approval

I trotted over to the dispatch bench to help prep the afternoon bundle tags! Resting on a neat stack of kraft carton labels was a chunky red rubber stamp. I propped myself forward and pressed down on the top knob with all my weight using both front paws—ka-thump! The internal spring clicked sharply and snapped back, leaving a crisp green checked circle right in the center of the tag. My front paws buzzed from the satisfying spring snap, and I let out a bright cheer. That batch of sorted bales is officially verified and cleared to go!