Saturday, April 14, 2007
Evan was taking care of his brother's puppy last week, and brought it in to the office. Lucky is a cute dog, a pug/beagle mix, and it was fun to have a dog around the office again.
On Friday (the 13th), I noticed something under my desk. What is that? A pen cap? I reached down and picked it up for closer inspection. It was a turd. A tiny, hard, day-old dog turd, in the last place I would ever expect to find one: my hand.
I let out a long sigh, and announced to the office, "Hey guys... I'm holding poop right now."
Oh, and not to spoil the Friday the 13th irony, but her name is actually Latke, like a potato pancake. Everyone thinks she's named Lucky.