Having a dog in the office has led me to so many trials and tribulations and it is always because our visitors simply do not know how to contain themselves when faced with a medium sized white fluff nugget. Just now, a big muscled up man came in, dropped a stack of papers on a manager's desk, and then flew to his knees to high pitch squeal "are you taking care of daddy" over and over and over while frantically ruffling this dog's ears, and I, sitting a few steps away, nearly burst a lung trying to not immediately laugh my ass off because what do you mean this is your response to seeing our office dog napping under a desk













