Who's that knocking at my door?

that is so dang cute!

I used to work at a car dealership where the owner would bring his dog in everyday. Lots of pooping, peeing and messing around with the bathroom's basket every now and then. He was one of those cute terrier... Poor baby would get stepped on so often.

Not as lovely as your story, but still.

I used to work for an engineering company that had a satellite office in a very small town. There were two office dogs, both labs. They would greet everyone who entered with a nose in the crotch. You don't get that kind of welcome just anywhere, ya know.

Visitors to my place are greeted by the tenacious grasp of a giant squid.

That's so cool!

Reminds me of a great book called "Possum Come a Knockin' at the Door":



"There's a possum come a knockin at the door, at the door, there's a possum come a knockin' at the door..."

I've always loved bookstore cats.

I worked at a used car dealership. One year, there was an influx of rabid raccoons.

We trapped one of the furry little guys, threw him in a cage, and named him "Ralph."

If we had a customer who was on the fence whether or not to buy, or leave a deposit on a car, we'd place our pal Ralphie in the doorway. Only way to get Ralphie out of the way was to leave a non-refundable deposit or buy the car.

I was siting at the kitchen table this morning reading the paper and eating breakfast (coffee, and a doughnut) when I heard a scratching. I turned around to see a squirrel, front paws and nose pressed against the window glass watching me eat.

Well, Barney started out as an office cat, but I ended up taking him home. Kittens, even on the sick and disable list, are a little too active around all the wiring connections on five separate computers. At least he got to stay at work till the bandages came off.

I used to feed a squirrel that would scratch on my front door almost every morning before I left for work.
Then, almost a year and a half later, she just quit knocking.

I kept my two cats at my law office for years. I spent far more time at my office than I ever did at home, so it made sense to me. My clients LOVED them.

Polly would sit half the work day on top of my highest book cases. It took me a long time to figure out how she got up there! LOL

Polly would also wander the office building. She would visit the old attorney in the office suite next to mine. He would give her forbidden treats (treats I won't give her because she's susceptible to urinary tract infections) and she would lay on his desk while he scribbled out his notes on a yellow legal pad.

She would also visit the insurance agent in his office -- and she would visit the seasonal accounting people during tax season. They loved her -- but they would have to blow the cat hair off the income tax returns before their clients came in to sign them.

One evening, when I was working late as usual, I couldn't find Polly. I started calling her -- and suddenly I heard a faint meow coming from afar. Yep. She was locked in the tax office. I talked to her and comforted her as much as I could -- she stuck her paw out to me from under the locked door -- but she was stuck there for the night. She was upset and poopied on their little throw rug.

Of course, the next day, Polly retained my services and we sued those darn tax people for negligent infliction of emotional distress . . . .

You're all looking at one of our gallery-landarch office mascots. The prime one, as the other two are there less hours of the week. Many here know of Pacco the corgi, Derby the dobie, and Parker the cocker.

He guards for me, which is not always a favor. I can't let him get out if a dog is outside or he is apt to cause harm to it, or try to. Past that, I don't want him out and about the town by himself, he could get lost or hurt. So I am Very Careful.

There are various dog beds under our drafting tables and the twenty foot long back table...

Pacco barks when people come in, so I spring up like a chicken to silence him and welcome whoever is showing up. (We can't see the door from our desks.) Which is a pretty good icebreaker for having folks relax. Some people come in just to see the dogs, never mind the art.

I know I've told the raccoon story on a2k...
will see if I can find it and cut and paste..

I am hoping that my cat does not keep a lawyer on retainer!

And if I ever see a racoon in a car dealership I will run very fast!

Such things we learn on A2K.

I figured with all of the animal lovers here that there were sure to be some working pets.

Next time I'll get a photo of our little squirrel.

This fellow comes to visit me many mornings. He does chinups on my washing machine and eats all my pets food:

Boomerang. Cute photo.

I'll have to dig up photos of my girls lounging around the office -- then I have to figure out how to upload them to this site! LOL

Osso just turned me on to photobucket.com. It is easy (and free) to post photos there and transfer them over.

Er, that was Vivien...

Ooops. Thanks, osso, for setting me straight.