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Riding on the train

My favorite thing about commuting is. . .

June 27th 2006 11:11 pm
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My dad takes me to work with him sometimes. We walk from our house to the train station and ride up to San Francisco. There are lots of spots I like to sniff on the way. One of my favorite spots to poop is at the courthouse lawn . . .especially when dad is in a rush. At the station I have to get into my carrier because it smells like my treats and it's warm inside. I am getting too big for that nowadays. Now I prefer sitting in dad's lap whenever possible, it is much more comfortable and I get to lick the nice smelling ladies who come to introduce themselves to me. Dad didn't want to let me do this because the man who collects tickets gives him a look. The conductor said that only service dogs can ride on the train with humans but dad says I am like Prozac, so I am medically approved.

When we ge to the city I get out of the bag and walk to work. Usually people ask me if I am a whippet, but I tell them I am straight Italian to the G. Well, usually it's my dad who says that, he knows what's up.

I get to go to South Park before work. I usually have to run the pigeons outta my space (I swear one day I am gonna catch one), check the trees for recent news, and then clock in.

I spend time supervising everyone in the office, making sure that they don't let anything too tasty go to waste,and do what working dogs do. And you may ask, how do I do all this and look so fabulous?

Well, daily naps (2-3 times daily recommended) can only do so much. More about my workout routine in my next post.

~Ciao, my babies.


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