Since I am a big ball of hormones these days, I have noticed that I am full of feelings. In addition to getting sad at a lot of things, I have developed a HUGE attachment to Taylor. I have always loved her. But now I want her around all of the time. Tuesday night she ran errands with me. Wednesday, we went to work together.
She is such a well-behaved dog, that she really doesn't bother anyone in the office. She watched people walk by and followed me around the office. She sat in on our staff and admin meeting. She was such a good girl that at lunch time, I took her to the park.
I was trying to burn off some calories in preparation for gorging myself at Buffalo Wild Wings that night. Taylor was busy hunting for squirrels.
And we had a mini-photo shoot. Senior photos, if you will.
Technically, she isn't wearing a leash for these pictures. We were breaking the law. Shh!! Don't tell anyone.
I think she liked it. (The park, not the photos. She is a horrible model. She did decide that while I was taking pictures of the park, it would be an excellent time to poop. That dog has the smelliest crap. I'm not sure what kind of ethnic food we have been feeding her but it needs to stop.)
She only barked at one client all day. And it was kind of under her breath.
I want to take her to work with me every day. We can make her the office mascot. I will make her a vest with a pocket for a scale and a pencil. She'll fit right in.
In case you were wondering, we walked 1.35 miles and my legs were worn out. From walking. Obviously, I am ready for a marathon.