It's Monday. Ellie and I are back in the office. She's had a pretty quiet morning save for the very welcomed privilege of a dog walker who is new to the office. Ellie and I left at lunch to meet my dad, then we come back.
Nothing out of the ordinary.
I give her a rubber toy filled with a milk bone in the hopes that it will busy Ellie for a bit. She doesn't take to it.
An unknown amount of time passes as I zone in on my work and tune out the world around me. When I have a moment to focus again, I look down at Ellie and notice she's chewing on something. It's a braided rawhide dog chew.
I grab it from her and ask my cubicle neighbor Traca (who has her dog Stella) if it belongs to her. Nope.
The next nearest dog is at least 30 feet away down the hall. Mind you, Ellie is trapped in my cube by a
jail baby gate so she can't just wander wily nily.
Where in the world did this thing come from? The magical rawhide fairy?
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| "I don't know and I don't care. It's yummy!" |
It's a holiday miracle! :)
ReplyDeleteWho knows where it came from, but looks like she is enjoying it. :)
ReplyDeleteHopefully no one is slipping stuff over the fence without your permission. O.o Did she maybe grab it on her walk?
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