Oh, my, DOG! I have the cutest puppy in the whole world!

I came back to work after a week's vacation and there she was.

Looks just like me when I was little.

And she's here every morning, just like me.

They call her "Molly" and fuss at her for potty issues.

Now that I'm almost 7 years old (1 human year), I'm WAY past the potty thing.

We have the best time!

We run in and out of the creative department and make people laugh.

I'm thinkin' I need a few pairs of these:

RUFFWEAR

It can be a RUFF day when you have your own pup to play with.

She WEARS me out!

She grabbed me. Then I heard it. The buzz.

I freaked. What is she doing to me???

This wasn’t a brush she was running through my coat.

Oh my, I’m all over the floor.

And suddenly I feel a cool breeze on my side.

Now I feel it on top.

This is weird.

My hair is all over the floor but I’m not bleeding.

It doesn’t even hurt.

In fact I feel lighter. Cooler.

I just can’t figure out what she is doing.

She says I look “pretty.”

She’s sweeping all of it away.

Keeps talking about making a sweater.

Who needs a sweater in this weather?

Flowers.  Of course I love flowers.
I love the soil more.
I want to roll in it.
Bury my nose in it.
Dig in it.
Dig, dig, dig.

They're all over MY Courtyard.
Pots brimming with soil.
Begging me to rearrange them.

I finally did.
I tried to hide the evidence.
They knew.
They fussed.
I cowered.
Gave them the puppy eyes,
They melted.
I got a pass.

Can’t read it.
So I shred it.
Everywhere.
Lap paper is best.
It smells good.
Like pizza or ham.
I grab it & run.
Tear it to bits.
They all laugh.
Pay the lady!
Hot dogs please.

I'm baaaaaaack!

Miss me? Miss me? Huh? Huh?

What's on the floor?

It's cool & slippery. A slip & slide?

For me? For me?

Ooooops! I watered it.

Y not?

Y banner.

Uh-oh. My bad. Mom's mad.

It looked like grass.

The kid was cute & splashing

Y not?

Is it here? Is it? Is It?
Isit? I sit? What? I sit?
Treat? Good Dog.

It smelled like my kind of diaper.
It was small and wiggled a lot.
I didn't know what all the fuss was about…
And then I saw it.
They called it "baby."
They said, "Wyaaaaaaatt" and then "baby" and well, I just wanted to see it.
To smell it closer.
Everyone held it and I kept asking but they told me "down."

And then it left.

Please bring it back!

I ask Dennis every day to please bring it back!
I want to lick it's fingers and toes.
And clean up the slobber.

Please bring it back!

People around here probably don't realize how much I notice. Everyone in this place seems to go in the same spot. Whenever they walk through that door, I swear they're never coming out. I smell hot dogs. I usually look for someplace unique. Like Luke's desk. But he gets all angry. Where's my bone? I'd prefer the carpet. Mom gets mad, it becomes a huge thing and I end up a bad dog. The courtyard works. A lot of stuff to dig out there. And a few spots under the Chinese Chestnut. Have you smelled the tree in May? I hear it runs most people out of the courtyard. Makes me think of kitty litter. I can't wait.

Turns out last weekend wasn't so much about hiding eggs. Well, at least not Easter eggs. It came out of nowhere. I jumped in the car thinking it was a workday. Instead, we drove in another direction and they thought I'd never notice. I noticed. I knew we were going to the V-E-T. What I didn't know was that my dreams of running away with the lab next door would come to a stop. No puppies for me. They dragged me inside. I yelled. A needle hit me and I blacked out. Before I knew it, I was awake. And my voice had lowered.

You'd think if the V-E-T could play God with my organs he could arrange vacation time. Nope. I was back at work on Monday, no problem. Women miss weeks when they have a baby. I lose the opportunity to have one of those and I don't even get a day. But I'm not bitter. I'd forget all about it for a hot dog...ball? Did somebody just say ball? Oh my gosh, seriously, I know I heard it...