...and there is a massive beast in my general desk area. It is Sunny Bear, the dog that my boss decided to bring to work today and have hang out in my corner.
Not only is Sunny Bear huge (I think he's a really fat golden retriever) but he must be slowly dying. I happened to have a golf ball in my purse (from my day-long golfing trip in Wasatch) and when I threw it, he did nothing. Do dogs just not like golf balls? I'm pretty sure that as a dog (especially a golden RETRIEVer) you are bound by dog laws to love any and every spherical object which can be thrown, and must run and fetch like it's made out of gold and baby angels; otherwise, you must chew off your own legs. Dog law. Look it up.
This dog is failing at life. And he has a bandana tied around his neck, which makes the other dogs tease him. Even though this dog is not entertaining at all, he IS causing quite the hilarious reaction around here.
All of the construction men seem particularly excited that he is here, and can't help but call out to him as if he just proposed and they can't believe it.
huge construction man covered in dirt yelling in girly voice: "OH MY GOSH SUNNY BEAR!"
another huge construction man: "SUNNY BEAR You are the best!!"
Hahahahahahah
5 comments:
OH SUNNY BEAR!!!! haha.
I am lauuuggghiiiinnnggg! Haha oohh Sunny Bear. What a weird name for a dog.
update: I saw a dog today. did you see a dog?
I love it! I think there are some creative writing essays waiting within you about Sunny Bear. Dogs make great subjects.
Sunny is a girl - and the best thing about that office.
Minus when she sleeps and rips the nastiest gas you've ever smelled in your life.
ahhhhhhh. Sunny Bear Gas. Parfum de construction office.
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