There's a dog in the office (And it's not mine!)
As readers of this blog know, I hate it when people bring their dogs to the office. Oh wait. The bosses are all at the country club today for their post-Christmas champagne party and bonus collection.
The rest of us are toiling away and one of our copy editors, Stephanie Cary (or Scary as she's known by her computer logon), brought her dog to the office today!
Martini is a 4-year-old terrier poodle and she's sitting comfortably in Stephanie's lap while she's working. I guess Stephanie came back from a holiday trip and picked Martini up from the kennel.
She has frizzy hair and ears that point in many different directions (the dog, not Stephanie)
Here, see for yourself. I snapped a pic with my cell phone.



Daily Breeze reporter Donna Littlejohn has shared her homes with a succession of wonderful, funny, and occasionally difficult canines -- Muffin, Fritz, Ellie, Mercy, Pilgrim and now Cowboy, an Australian shepherd-border collie, and Tess, a border collie. From strong-willed terriers to weirdly obsessed Australian shepherds, they've invaded her world with boundless energy, wet noses, muddy paws and soggy tennis balls. But they've really brought so much more than that -- like laughter and joy, some unexpected life lessons, and more than a few tears along the way.
Josh Grossberg grew up with the usual array of animals: goldfish, dogs, hamsters, parakeets and turtles. He now owns the loudest dog in the South Bay(
When dogs come to my office, I know that they are there to help people....Being a RN, I work in the hospital and the only dogs allowed in patients rooms are the therapy dogs. Slap a purple bandana on a sparkling clean dog, and alas, I guess that is what they are called now. When I tried for my female great dane to be a therapy dog, they declined her. She is not the most obedient dog in the world, but she is very loving and beautiful. She is a huge, blue-eyed harlequin great dane. People just love her, so I thought she would have been so good as a therapy dog. Oh well. Guiess I will have to go back to being a writer....or nurse....or whatever I am.
Send me a picture!