Our department at work has undergone reorganization four times in the past twelve months. For a while there, the biggest questions were, “Do I do that or do you?” and “Who do I report to now?” As you can imagine, we were not the chirpy library staff we once were. It was a dark and stormy office.
My very wise new manager decided that what we needed was regular visits by her Corgi. She is an adorable dog, very sociable and busy. She seems to have a work schedule of her own, visiting her favorite snack producers all over the building at appointed times. Afternoons are reserved for sports. It is difficult to be depressed when a little furball with bright eyes and astonishingly large ears keeps dropping a pink ball on your feet. Like, thirty times in a row. On the other hand, when you’re wearing sandals, your toes may be a bit sticky by the end of the day.
My former manager, who is still in the same building, brings her dog to work in order to socialize him. He was a rescue dog and is afraid of everything, especially the water fountain in the hall. He resembles the Beneful dog: button eyes and nose, with expressive, fountain-like ears waving around the sides of his head. Wherever his owner is, he is never more than a foot or two from her ankles.
I need a dog like that. We had a beagle, Dan, for ten years, and although we told ourselves that he loved us as much as we loved him, he would escape if he could get an inch of opportunity. He would streak off into the woods or fields and stay gone for hours. Well, he was a hunting dog who didn’t hunt. He’d come back eventually, tongue hanging out and stinking to high heaven. Why do dogs love to roll in hideous smells? When he was in the house, he was the sweetest dog ever, but next time, I’m getting a dog who doesn’t roam.
The building I work in is an administration building, which sounds as if it would be filled with swanky offices—and we do have those—but our section is a big warehouse stuffed with thousands of books and sprinkled with desks. The wipe-clean linoleum floor is perfect for pets and gives off a satisfying click-click-click when little paws go by. I do miss having a dog at home, but at least at work our mascots have lightened the mood. No more tension; now the staff smile as they sneak goodies to the happy dogs under their desks.