As many of you know, we love our pets at Cemetery Dance and we’re really lucky to have a dog friendly office. In fact, there are currently four¬†dogs within a few feet of my desk. Kate and I have brought our German Shorthaired Pointers, Maya and Sasha, to work with us since we adopted them from a rescue group a couple of years ago. We probably never would have been able to adopt them if we couldn’t bring them to work because we’re often away from the house for 10 to 12 hours each day.

On Monday night, Sasha ripped her dewclaw and we had to get it trimmed and wrapped up at the vet. She doesn’t like bandages, and they can’t be removed for a few more days, so we have to watch out for her. We can’t watch her closely at the office since there are a few different rooms where she likes to hang out, so this week she’s wearing a cone of shame, which she hates. She doesn’t act out against it, but when she bumps into something or doesn’t know how to get around an obstacle, she simply sits and waits for help, even if no one is in sight.

Today, a young kid hawking “extra framed paintings” they had “left over from a local job” came into the front office. We’re visited by these door to door sales people all the time, and like always his unexpected arrival at the front door got the dogs jumping and barking. Normally, Sasha would have run into the front office and joined the chaos, but this time she didn’t and we didn’t think anything of it because we were busy sending the kid on his way.

A few minutes later, Mindy went into the break room and found out why we never saw Sasha. She had jumped up on the top of the couch, the dogs’ normal shortcut to the front office, and promptly realized she didn’t know how to jump down while wearing the cone.

So Sasha sat and waited. She was not pleased: