Hamlet had his annual visit to the vet on Tuesday morning. I didn’t want to drive to the vet, drive home to drop him off, and then drive to work so I asked my bosses if I could just bring him to work right after the appointment was over. They said yes – score! So the day I’ve been waiting for ever since I started working at the small, casual, start-up software company (which I always imagined a perfect place for bringing dogs to work) came true – Hamlet came to work with me!
He was the perfect little gentleman (I wouldn’t expect anything less) and spent much of the day sleeping under my desk.
Yes, I brought his dog bed to work with me as well as his yellow blanket. I wanted him to be comfortable since he’d be there for seven or eight hours. I even set up a makeshift barricade. We don’t keep a baby gate at my office so I used my file drawer, my trash can, my gym bag, and a dart board to cordon off the entrance to my cubicle.
You may notice that this barricade doesn’t look tall enough to contain a Boston Terrier that can jump a good three vertical feet. No, it wasn’t. The good news was that as long as I was sitting in my cubicle, Hamlet would stay there too. But the minute I left my cubicle to go to my boss’s office, my colleague’s cubicle, or the kitchen, Hamlet leaped over the “fence” and trotted along behind me.
All in all, a successful day at the office. He won over all of my colleagues, he didn’t pee or poop anywhere indoors, he didn’t make a peep all day, and productivity only dipped slightly.
Have you ever taken your dog to work? How did it turn out?