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June 20, 2003  

dog-day afternoon

there are dogs chasing each other up and down the hallway outside my office door. yes, real, live, actual dogs. i spotted two goldens and some little fluffy bug-eyed yippy thing (i'm so not a dog person). apparently, it's "take your pet to work day" or some such ridiculousness...i didn't get the memo. but even if i had, would i think of bringing my cats to work with me? i think not. dog people are strange.

and the dog people on my floor seem to feel mighty entitled to bringing in their dogs in to work whenever they feel like it. my boss does it at least a couple times a month. a woman down the hall brings her dog in every friday. what the hell is that about?

i did bring kala to work with me for a half day once, when she was a kitten. at the time, work was located about halfway between home and the vet's, and we had a late-morning appointment. but it was only for a few hours, and she was so tiny...smaller than a hamster. she darted around the office like a flea on amphetamines.

mind you, i work in a 10-floor building (once a hotel) with a conference center on the first floor. it's quite obviously an office building...not a dog park.

a dog has just pissed on the carpet outside my door. i heard the woman from down the hall say, "oh, it's probably my fault...i gave her a lot of water this afternoon."

neat. mmm hmmmm. positively rich.
4:53 PM

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