Working Bitches

Trey! Buster! Monkey!

Monkey? Yes, monkey -- the dog.

Makes sense to me, because she's cute. I can make sense out of just about anything if it's adorable enough.

Today was dog day at the office. We've gone to the dogs. Friday is dog-gone fun. Sniff my butt. Those are my dog jokes.

Sadly, Buster had to go before I could take a picture. Son of a bitch couldn't control himself. The whimpering and barking and trying to chase the other puppies around got annoying and his mommy had enough. Back to the pound!

No, no, she just took him home.

Here's Monkey playing with her Jimmy Chew toy. Jimmy Chew! Now that's good satire.



We had an office dog at my last gig called Chica. She was part of our guest relations team, calmly sitting with customers while they waited. This is Chica in action:
Best employee ever. She was my favorite. None of my other co-workers chased the mail lady.