the corner office

Tupac's not the most maternal of dogs. As her puppies start sprouting teeth, she ends up spending more time with us. I wonder why...

Her old favourite napping spot used to be under my desk, which was great because she made an excellent foot warmer. These days, her favourite spot is behind or underneath my office chair. Not a good thing. First, I find it a bit hard to relax knowing that I daren't roll my chair back and forth in case I do grievous doggily harm. Second, it's almost impossible to get this mutt to move once she's comfortable. Speaking, shaking, clapping, nudging, shoving, and menacing half-attempts to move the chair get met with a blank stare or resentful 'how-could-you' indignance. I end up a prisoner at my own desk, unable to move.

I've discovered the secret though. I have some plastic wrapping from a packet of biscuits, and I've discovered that the gentlest ruffling of this plastic is enough to remove the dog from deep-sleep inertia, and have her up and bouncing around at my side with a cute 'can-I-have-some-too?' look.

A bit cruel of me, but problem solved :-)