I’m not even sure how it happened.
Misha has been in my life for a year and a half now and of course I think she’s the best dog in the world because she is, that’s a fact. But up until recently I was happy doing what you should do with a dog…walk her, run with her, pretend I don’t notice when I forget to bring a bag on our walks…and then leave her home as I head off to work.
And then it popped into my head…what if I brought Misha with me to work? It would get rid of all that guilt I feel every time I head out and she shoots the saddest eyes in the world to me as I try to slam the door before I ruin my mascara. And then I did, and now here she sits as my new furry co-host…less furry than some from the past I might add.
Now as you can see Misha is no purse dog…but she is a beauty! And I did sort of “forget” to ask if it was okay if I brought her to work with me…but really aren’t Sunday mornings are made for breaking rules? Or was that making up for the rules you break during the week? I can never remember!
Do you think your workplace should allow dogs?