I keep wishing I could bring Arthur to work, even though I know his aversion to unneutered dogs makes him an unlikely shop-dog candidate (see May 17 post).
The one day I brought him in he was the happiest guy, even when I had to quarantine him in the back room with a step stool and a garbage can so he wouldn't growl at the males he didn't like. He could have easily slipped out, but like the good boy that he is, waited back there patiently until the coast was clear.
Balls or no balls, he likes working for a living.
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