PETS IN THE WORKPLACE

Just Because I Bring My Dog To Work Doesn’t Mean Your Dog Is Welcome Here Too

And it’s not your dog’s fault.

Ah, yes, hard at work.

Here’s the thing about windows. You can see through them.

Which means I could see Matt Amodio’s dad (yes, that Matt Amodio) and his little rat dog outside (okay, it wasn’t a rat dog, it was a very adorable Shih Tzu) peeing on our shrubbery (the dog, I mean. Not Matt Amodio’s dad).

Am I the a**hole, or is that just rude?

And then he proceeded to bring little Fifi Preciousness Specialkins (I’m guessing at the name here) into my office.

Now, if Hershey the Very Bad Office Dog had been in the waiting area (which she never is for this very reason, among others) she would have LOST HER EVERLOVIN’ MIND.

Hersh is dog reactive, and I mean towards all dogs. It could be a dog the size of a mosquito — she would still freak out. I don’t think she would eat another dog outright, even the ones that are snack size, but there would be a lot of tense moments.

If you’re going to waltz into a public space with your dog, at least pick it up, which is what Cinnamon’s dad did. So Cinnamon the poodle got a pass.