Faux Fur
Joey comes to my office every day. I have to put up little gates at both of my office doors so he won’t escape. I used to bring our old dog Sammy, a big fat lab, to the office. Then one day he got out and ran out of the office, through the laundry, down the dock and then POOF, he was out of site. He didn’t quite see that the dock was about 4 feet off the ground. He just saw open sky and ran. His legs continued to move as if he was running but there was just air under them. Then there was a big thud. Labs can’t fly just in case you ever wondered. He took quite a tumble but got right up and although he was a little stunned, he never left my office again. Smart dog. Joey is not that smart. He’s a runner. So the gates go up every day when I arrive. Now, I know that my office staff does not like the gates. They like using my office as a pass though and the gates are a real impediment. I, on the other hand do not like them using my office as a bypass and so I like the gates for them as well as for Joey. But they don’t know that, (well, now they do). The fact is I do not think they even like Joey all that much either but I like Joey and that’s what matters – to me. As my job is to sign the checks, what I like around here counts for a lot. Today Joey was being a pest even by my standards so I just picked him up and sat him up on the table. And there he stayed. He was happy. He liked being at eye level watching and helping Chris prepare all the UPS shipment labels of the day. He looked so cute. Even his critics thought he looked cute. Everyone came to see him. He was eating it up. He knows when he’s looking good. And he was looking perfect. “He looks like a little stuffed dog” Debbie said. And then Chris chimed in “Yeah, look how cute he is, just like a little faux dog”! And then I looked at him and they were right. He doesn’t even shed because he has hair. Joey is a faux dog! But he is my faux dog and I love him.
Now if I could just get him to make faux poop!
Faux Farm Girl
xxooAnnie