Take Your Dog to Work Day Fail

21 06 2011

As I’m sure many of you know, today is Take Your Dog to Work Day.  According to the Take Your Dog to Work Day website, TYDTW Day, “was created to celebrate the great companions dogs make and to encourage their adoption from humane societies, animal shelters and breed rescue clubs. This annual event asks pet lovers to celebrate the humane-canine bond and promote pet adoption by encouraging their employers to support TYDTWDay by opening their workplace to employees’ four-legged friends on this one special day.”  You know that I certainly support pet adoption from animal shelters and breed rescue clubs (hello, MidAmerica Boston Terrier Rescue!) but what you may not know is that I totally failed to participate in Take Your Dog to Work Day this year.  I didn’t bring Hamlet to work today.  I didn’t work from home so I could be with him.  I didn’t even set up a live streaming webcam so we can log on and watch his housebound antics him sleep all day.  FAIL!

I’m sure you’re wondering why a dog lover like me and someone who has participated in TYDTW Day in the past wouldn’t participate this year.  The answer is that I brought him to work on Tuesday, June 21.  No, I didn’t get my dates mixed up and think that June 21 was TYDTW Day.  Tuesday happened to be a day when my two bosses were out of town on business so there were less people in the office and I thought it would be fun to bring Hamlet in to meet the new people we’ve recently hired.  Last night I remembered that today is TYDTW Day but decided that Hamlet had already been to the office once this week and I shouldn’t push my luck.  Yes, push my luck, because TechnicallyDogsAren’tAllowedInOurOfficeBuilding.  (That’s my way of running the words together and writing that really fast in the hopes that no one notices I’ve been breaking the rules all this time when I bring him to work.)  Oh yeah, and please don’t tell the landlord/property management company of my office building.  Hopefully this explains why I didn’t bring Ham to work today, of all days when his presence would have been (fingers crossed, if the landlord didn’t stop by) celebrated.

But now the fun part!  I snapped a few pics the other day when Hamlet was in the office so we can all pretend that he’s here today.  I even have a food and water dishes under my desk; well, not really because that would definitely be filed under “Crazy Dog Lady” but I’m just trying to extend the make believe.  Anyway, on to the pictures.  I know you’re all just here for the pictures of the Boston Terrier anyway.  My ramblings just get in the way.  Feel free to skip my ramblings, enjoy the pics, and post a lovely, pithy, exceedingly complimentary comment at the bottom.  Of course if you’re skipping the ramblings then you won’t have read this.  Oh well, picture time!

Hamlet often sits in my lap while at work.  He’s small enough that I can place my arms on either side of him and still access my keyboard and mouse.  He’s also small enough that I can see over him.  Until he decides to climb on the desk and see what all the fuss is about.


"If I had opposable thumbs I could type 150 words per minute. And use the mouse...or eat it."

Ham loves to be under things, whether the coffee table at home or a blanket.  So I set up his camp underneath my desk.


"Just call me George Costanza, napping under my desk."

Later on he made it clear that he wanted to nap in the middle of the action, so as not to miss anything (even while napping he can apparently absorb the surrounding action).  Yes, he travels with his food and water dishes, red rubber squeaky mouse, and favorite bone.  There’s not much playing with toys when there are 12 new people to smell and their desks to scour for crumbs.


"Wake me up when someone comes into your cubicle."

That’s it for the Very Close to the Real Take Your Dog to Work Day But Not Quite the Real Take Your Dog to Work Day.  I wish I had a picture of what Hamlet looked like when I returned from lunch.  My co-worker Alison LOVES Hamlet and offered to watch him for ten minutes while I went to grab a Chipotle chicken burrito bowl (I could eat one of those things every darn day).  I got back to find a telephone cord tied to Hamlet’s collar, Alison holding the other end, and Hamlet eagerly leaping at every person who so much as breathed in his general direction.  Turns out Hamlet kept trying to run for the door, Alison couldn’t find his leash (it was in the cabinet in my cubicle), and she used a telephone cord to rein him in.  Don’t worry, the telephone cord was unplugged and he was safe and sound.  Alison has two Boxers of her own so she knows a thing or two about wrangling excited dogs.

What are you doing for Take Your Dog to Work Day?  Or is every day Take Your Dog to Work Day for you (if so, just color me jealous!)?


Nine to Five, Round 2

15 07 2010

I received a text message yesterday morning from the boy, “I took Ham to work today.”

Great!  I called Mike a few hours later to say “hi” and ask him to send me a picture or two of our little Boston Terrier hard at work.

This is what I received (apologies for the cell phone sub-par quality photos):

Hamlet plastic tubing Mike's work

Mike texted, "Ham and his new toy."

First of all, how cute is that face?  Second, while it may look like a large Nylabone, that’s a piece of plastic tubing (Mike later informed me that it’s technically a water hose).

The next picture I get is this:

Ham sleeping Mike's work

Mike texted, "Now tuckered out."

Now don’t get me wrong, the boy is a wonderful pet owner, takes great care of the dog,  and cares about him just as much as I do (which is a lot, considering I have a blog dedicated to this Boston Terrier of ours).  I just had to laugh because Hamlet’s playing with hoses instead of dog toys and sleeping on the ground instead of a blanket or his bed.  Mike and I are just different.  Yep, sound the alarms, he and I are not the exact same person!  He’s male, I’m female.  He’s from Ohio, I’m a Colorado native.  He doesn’t believe in microwaving food while I’ll only eat pizza or Chinese food cold.

Of course I’m talking about when we each take Hamlet to the office.  When Hamlet comes with me, I bring a canvas tote bag chock-full of what he’ll need for the day (bed, food and water dishes, food, etc.).  Mike simply puts Ham’s collar around his neck, attaches his leash, grabs his food dish (with food), and they’re out the door.  When at Mike’s office, Hamlet finds a good spot on the floor to take a snooze.  When he’s with me, he enjoys his comfy blue bed under my desk.  With Mike, Hamlet finds plastic tubing from the warehouse to play with while I make sure to bring his chew ring or rubber squirrel for entertainment.


What does all of this Men Are from Mars, Women Are from Venus When Caring for a Dog stuff boil down to?  Nothing.  Hamlet is well taken care of whether he’s with Mike or me.  Does Hamlet have a better time at my office because I brought along all of his stuff?  No.  Does he suffer at Mike’s office without his squirrel toy or bed?  No.  The joy for Hamlet is not being home all day by himself.  He’s out with one of his owners and a bunch of other people (co-workers) who also love him to death.  I even got a text from Mike that said, “Our new guy loves the Ham.”  So being at the office (whether mine or Mike’s) really just means that Hamlet does what he does best – looks cute, hangs out with people, and continues his PR campaign as the best Boston Terrier you’ll ever meet.

Do you and your significant other have different pet parenting styles?  Does it cause problems or do you just put those differences on the list of things that makes you an interesting couple?

Nine to Five

4 06 2010

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?