At work we have a policy that allows you to bring dogs to the work place as long as they are on leashes. In my building there is this lady that brings in her dog everyday and just let's him roam free. I don't know how many times I have made comments out load regarding the dog being on a leash or at least with his damn owner. SO, today with most of management out on some lil' charity crusade, this chick thinks that her dog owns this place. F'ing thing is running around like this is a NASCAR course. Then I went into my printer room and found a nice pile of dog spew. So, I said that is the last straw. Shiatty thing is I love dogs, but that was it. So, I called HR and let them know. Now I have someone on the war path against me. Life is great. Fher and her rat dog. Get a man and get laid. Your dog is not your f'ing child.
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Lock the dog in the supply cabinet then play dumb.
I actually was sizing up my foot to the dog. I'm sure I could get good distance. Course, as I am writing this the fucking dog just walked up to me. I may have to lynch it off the roof.
Got rid of that lil bastard the other day. It was great. Management came over and said either the dog goes or you and the dog goes. I had a tear. it was beautiful.
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