First some definitions:
Pet = a domesticated creature that is well-socialized, well-behaved and a joy to have around.
Animal = furry barbarian
Our boss saw to it that our current office lease allows dogs, because he had a ‘pet’ - a marvelous, well-trained, bundle of joy. (Since died of old age.)
A co-worker, brings in his puppies. As they are rowdy, they are contained in his office, but even though they are young, they are well-trained and all around good ‘pets’.
But our cow-orker (the same cow-orker than killed another co-worker’s fish and said “I don’t care.”), he brings in his ‘animal’.
He is completely oblvious to the distruption that animal causes. He is completely oblivious to the chaos he himself causes. He has decided “my dog needs water.” Rather than accommodate his animal in his own office, like everyone else, he leaves a bowl of water next to the photocopier where about once an hour someone trips over it nad has to clean it up.
His animal gets destructive when it’s bored, so he gives it a huge bone. It doesn’t bother him to hear Crrrroc-croc-croc-crrrrrrrrroc crrrrroc! but some of us need to use the phone or have to concentrate (and it really is astonishingly loud). He has to be reminded every five minutes during the hours of 9 am two 12 pm to please keep his office door closed so it doesn’t bother people as much.
His response: “But it smells bad when my door’s closed. Those bones stink.”
He leaves for lunch, his animal whines loudly at the door, when clients call, they hear it over the receptionists line.
He lets his dog wander the office. His dog will wander into other people’s offices, push over there garbage can and throw garbage all over the place while looking for a morcel of some food. He rummaged through my other co-worker’s garbage when she wasn’t there, ate a styrofoam take-out container, then went into someone else’s office to puke it up again.
Cow-orker’s response: “Oh, ha, ha. Silly dog.”
You can’t have lunch in peace unless you leave the office or lock yourself in the boardroom (those of us in cubicles have no doors to keep the beast out) because he will harass you and try to steal your sandwich right out of your hands. You have to really be on your toes because if you’re concentrating on… oh, say, your WORK, you might not realize that his head is buried in your trash.
Grrrrrr. We will be moving our office soon and the new lease allows for only one dog. My boss’s well-behaved bundle of joy. Presenty, he feels odd about saying ‘no’ to the presence of this ‘animal’ while other ‘pets’ are allowed.
So for now, I have to put up with this animal rooting through my garbage everytime I leave my desk for five seconds. Chewing his bones incredibly loudly when I’m trying to concentrate on small details, whining whever he can’t see his human, and trying to steal my lunch.
Fuck. Why is it that some pet owners are so oblivious and inconsiderate?
