Today, one of the male real estate agents I work with came into my office today just to see Ferg (that’s normal). And, in a really high-pitched voice he squeaked out, “You’re the hardest working dog I know. Yes you are! Yes you are!”, as he petted her.
Was that annoying? No.
Here’s why: I find it FANTASTIC that during her afternoon at the office today exactly one dozen people have had their “Ferg time.” She visits their desks, they bend down as they walk by to pet her, they even pick her up and hug her.
(Yesterday’s comment was my favorite from a client. I had my door open and Ferg was sitting in her basket above. The client could see Ferg and said to her friend, “Oh my gosh! Look at that dog! On her desk! In a basket!” It reminded me of, “You’ve got a baby! In a bar!”)
I digress. I know that you’re technically not supposed to have dogs at work, and for the most part I support that. (But, Ferg’s human. Seriously. Ask anyone.) It’s not ok for restaurants to have mascot dogs OR for hospitals. Real Estate brokerages? I’m ok with it.
She’s a four-legged stress-reliever.
Here, here to my little Ferginator: the hardest workin’ dog I know.