I just had to share a quick proud mum moment with you all – my boy has been promoted! Trigger is now the official Office Dog at my place of work (PromoVeritas).
It all started when I emailed our MD the other month to ask if Trigger could come to work to get me out of a spot, accompanied by a list of verifiable reasons as to why a dog in the workplace was a good thing, and it worked. BOOM!
Queue Trigger arriving and being the best.boy.EVER all day, until he maybe made a slightly too personal contribution to the team meeting (held in the park in his honour) and wee’d on a colleagues notebook and expensive pen…but considering he had given her lots of cuddles all morning, all was forgotten quite quickly!
Our deputy MD, Gemma, has the coolest cat around (soz Frank Sinatra) called Freddie and he too has been promoted to Office Kitty…😍
I think these two might just contribute slightly to the office productivity levels taking a slight dip! But hey, Trigger’s pretty nifty with a keyboard and a mouse these days!
Not going to lie, he does have an office favourite, I didn’t feel let down or unloved at all…I still uphold it’s because Aunty Dan was bribing him with extra cuddles and kisses (and maybe the odd treat/sharing of lunch)…
Before I can start wondering about his remuneration package, true to form I’ve just been called by the husband to go and help move the cattle.
Always looks like they’re plotting their next move
Visibly pleased with their devastating actions
Wet black nose…
Yes, that’s right. There is a murderer in our midst. Rusty the one year old Labrador (who, coincidently isn’t rusty coloured at all, even though we thought we were buying a fox-red lab. But that’s another story altogether).
So far this cold blooded murderer has killed a hare, a mole (although eye witnesses can neither confirm nor deny the health status of the mole before she delivered it to them, we have our suspicions), countless flies & spiders and now worst of all…her brother Trigger’s favourite toy, Doggie.
Trigger is the chalk to Rusty’s cheese – couldn’t hurt a fly even if he wanted to as he’s not the sharpest knife in the drawer, let’s say. They aren’t coined Dick and Dork without reason, after all.
So when my darling ginger dork (who is very rusty coloured, by the way) was presented with Doggie as a birthday present in April, he was utterly delighted – paraded him around for all to see, laid resting his chin on his faithful friend during the day and slept with him at night. Just too cute for words.
So one quiet Wednesday evening I had a friend round for dinner and as we were chatting, I suddenly noticed it had gone extremely quiet and neither Labrador was hovering around my ankles in the kitchen as I prepared dinner. Like children, the ominous combination of silence and labradors is a foreboding prospect, especially when food is present.
Prompted by this suspicious circumstance, I started to wander into the sitting room, “what are you two up – OH.MY.GOD!!” Doggie was dead. Not just dead, ruthlessly decapitated and disembowelled with his innards strewn across the floor.
Trigger, lying there holding Doggie’s limp, lifeless body came running to me with a look of pleading to save his most favourite toy. Whimpering, begging me to help his bestest friend.
The suspect tried to flee from the scene but was swiftly apprehended by Giovanna and upon questioning, quickly confessed. Her lack of guilt was evident, a look of delight convinced me that only a psychopath could possibly have committed such a heinous crime.
Poor Trigger was inconsolable, I tried to prize the tattered, floppy Doggie from his mouth but he clung to him, desperately trying to protect his buddy from any further harm.
After a thorough post-mortem, it was evident that there was no bringing Doggie back from the dead. The murderer was temporarily imprisoned in her crate whilst I tried to comfort Trigger and break the news that Doggie was indeed, deceased. RIP Doggie.
I must admit, his grieving process was rather quicker than I had anticipated. It only took a couple of days in fact before he seemed to have processed the traumatic experience and moved on. Aided, of course, by the fact that Grandma had scoured the shops of Seaton to find Doggie Mark II for her favourite boy and successfully found a replacement.
Not quite the same model, I admit, but Trigger clearly relates to Doggie Mark II’s Orange body and look, beauty is in the eye of the beholder anyway, right?
He certainly looks pleased at least and I can confirm that no lasting psychological damage has been identified – in him at least, not quite sure I can say the same for “Rusty the Shredder”…