numptynoelle
Well-Known Member
Madam spangle has been suspiciously good lately (you should see her recall atm, amazing!)but she chose today to have it all come crashing down...
Weve had a bit of a campaign to have dog(s) in the office and finally convinced Elfin-Safety and the Big Boss Woman to tentatively agree to the idea in principle. So far so good its only taken us 2 years to get to this point...
ANYWAY, today we brought in the two dogs that would spend the most time in the office (there will be 4-5 on occasion, but mostly these two) One of the miscreants is Madam and the other is a very lovely Daschund (called Boris
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After behaving beautifully all week, Madam decided today was not a day to play with Boris, in fact she squealed every time he looked at her in a hes gonna kill me Mum!! way.
No idea what caused it, theyve known each other for years and hes never even so much as looked at her in the wrong way. Hmph.
So sitting in a meeting room, trying to salvage the meeting by convincing everyone she really just want to play with him (whilst wrapping her lead firmly around my chair) bouncy spangle decides she DOES want to play with Boris. I realised this as I was flying not-so-gracefully backwards off my chair with spangle making a bid for freedom. She ended up flat on her back at the feet of my boss and Boris.
So did I.
Were not having dogs in the office for a while.....
...and I have a bump on my head. And the uncomfortable realisation I've flashed my pants at the Elfin-Safety man

Weve had a bit of a campaign to have dog(s) in the office and finally convinced Elfin-Safety and the Big Boss Woman to tentatively agree to the idea in principle. So far so good its only taken us 2 years to get to this point...
ANYWAY, today we brought in the two dogs that would spend the most time in the office (there will be 4-5 on occasion, but mostly these two) One of the miscreants is Madam and the other is a very lovely Daschund (called Boris
After behaving beautifully all week, Madam decided today was not a day to play with Boris, in fact she squealed every time he looked at her in a hes gonna kill me Mum!! way.
So sitting in a meeting room, trying to salvage the meeting by convincing everyone she really just want to play with him (whilst wrapping her lead firmly around my chair) bouncy spangle decides she DOES want to play with Boris. I realised this as I was flying not-so-gracefully backwards off my chair with spangle making a bid for freedom. She ended up flat on her back at the feet of my boss and Boris.
So did I.
Were not having dogs in the office for a while.....