The View from my Desk

This is the reason why I don’t get as much work done as I’d like to sometimes. This face, accompanied by a wet-nosed nudge under my elbow or an indignant moan when he wants a dog treat or to be let outside, makes up a good portion of my daily interruptions.

Saber is a good dog, but he’s needy. That’s a Dalmatian trait. They like lots of attention and they like to be the big baby of the household. He’s a chicken most of the time, afraid of his own shadow, but just let UPS or FedEx pull up outside and he turns into Cujo. He likes to bite packages when they’re delivered and he despises the mailman.

At least he’s too big to climb in my lap or walk across my keyboard like a cat, but he would if he could. I’ve discussed boundaries with him, and how I need my ‘Mommy time’ to get my work done, but it doesn’t seem to sink in.

I've considered the Pet Psychic and the Pet Whisperer, but I can't swing flying an expert in from acorss the country so I just have to deal with it. At least he doesn't give me funny looks when I talk to myself, like the kids do.