Coach had a good taste of corporate life yesterday when he accompanied me to see a client. Not much different than my desk at home, except here I have my pants on.
He was a very good boy for about an hour and then he got antsy, trying to chew on his leash. It's his way of saying that he's bored. Well that's too bad. Not everyone can be a secret agent or rock star--some of us having boring jobs and we just have to be patient. Maybe someday (I'm still using telepathy to communicate with him) you will get to guide a very exciting person...
So I quietly unhooked his leash and put it on my lap. That did the trick (luckily). He poked up his head to look around, then took a nap for the rest of the meeting.
Good news from Scottsdale that Cheryl's mom is recovering well from surgery. Here's a picture of Coach looking for Cheryl to come home. Her car is out there, so where is she???