It’s been a hard week. We put our loyal Labrador retriever, Bagheera, to sleep on Saturday. There is a hole in my family, my life, and my office.
If you’re a self-employed dog or cat owner, you know the space your furry sidekick occupies, physically and psychologically. Not half-jokingly, I’ve always called Baggy my office manager.
Not joking at all, I often said I wish I could teach her to sell, because she pretty much wouldn’t take “no” for an answer—at least when it was time for our morning walk, a bowl full of nuggets, a hike in the woods of northern Arizona, or (when she was younger) an endless game of fetch or a plunge into mucky water, the fouler the better.
In a world without human coworkers, a dog is probably your biggest distraction—and that’s a wonderful thing. Get up from your desk—I gotta go potty! Don’t take yourself so seriously! Look, a critter to chase! Hey, mailman’s here!
A dog also doesn’t give a lick about how business is going, client frustrations, or boring projects. It’s all good! Let’s do something else!
Bagheera started her career literally at my feet, a wee blue-gray-eyed puppy curled up between my shoes under my desk. Having soon outgrown that space, she split her daytime hours roughly 50-50 sacked out in my office and on security duty (or what passes for such in the Lab breed) in the family room or backyard. Through all the changes in my business and my family, from the beaches of Mexico to the snow drifts of the Canadian Maritimes, she gave us more than her share of memories over a too-short 11 1/2 years.
So here I sit at my desk, with the sun not quite peeking over the horizon. In my mind’s ear, I hear the thump-thump-thump of Baggy’s billy-club tail against the door jamb to get our morning started. C’mon, Dad, let’s go! Food! Walk! First nap of the day!
Our younger dog, Mowgli, might not be quite ready for a promotion. Then again, he had a tremendous mentor.