February 27, 2014
I’ve had the opportunity to work from home recently, due to illness and snow-tastrophies and general boss-omeness (that’s “boss+awesome” for those of you who don’t fluently speak Kari).
It’s a privilege to work in my pjs, with snacks and coffee and couches in easy reach. And puppy snuggles.
Yes, during those days when the living room/kitchen counter/office/hammock becomes my command center, our furbabies are (mostly) ideal coworkers.
Zo typically camps out, moving between napping (The Dorothy Intervention of daylight hours)
and participating in conference calls. That is, he’s a snoring, adorable mound until I unmute the phone to participate in a meeting, at which time he growls, grumbles, and provides a rousing soundtrack to my conversation. He’s also great at interrupting people who drone on and on…What can I say? He’s got mad skillz.
MJ takes advantage of the human-at-home-which-means-no-crate time by lounging on her puppy-approved end of the couch.
She also pops over to my workspace, to sit and stare. And judge me. After which she gives a big, huffy sigh and wiggles away.
Inevitably, something adorable like this happens, which I only discover when I try to stand up and ruin the sibling-love moment by falling over them.
Helpers to the end!