Tizenegy has always sort of hung out in the office when I worked; in fact it is where his nighttime bed is (which he loves). He is not the social pack boy who likes to cuddle with the others but will for brief spurts allow Opal to join him on his mattress; otherwise he tends to be a Solitary Man.
Nilla, my Office Manager, is experiencing an slight downward slide in her canine dementia so she spends her day safely gated in the kitchen where she can neither go out and forget her way in nor stumble unwittingly into any of the others. All of her normal comforts are moved there so she can rest and access water and move freely. When she is in this part of the cycle she tends to sleep a lot so she is not upset about being gently constrained.
WD approached Tiz about at least temporarily assuming Nilla's duties. She offered him a title along with the responsibility...and he jumped at the opportunity.
Our Lucky Boy is a LOT more vocal in his supervision than his sister. Regularly he stands beside me demanding a "report" (while being petted) on what I am working on and what is being accomplished.
He also is a tough master to any who choose to join us in the office. They are instructed to be quiet to to "let momma focus on the work she has to do." For the most part his bossiness is ignored.
In between "managing by walking around," a concept Steve learned as an MBA student, Tizenegy watches from his mattress...sometimes with his eyes closed so intense is his focus. When he woke up this afternoon to discover Roman napping just inside the office door, Our Lucky Number scrambled to announce his displeasure at being surprised.
My favorite conversations are when he comes to my side and pushes his shoulders under my hand. As I massage he cheerleads my work and encourages; then he returns to his watching post.
He get restless as the clock shows the approach of afternoon treat time when he knows it is pencils down for a bit as we leave the office and surge into the living room to share noms and await Steve's return from work.
Tizenegy takes his jerky back to his space where he can slowly savor the strip then lies listening until he hears Steve enter the front door. He knows then that he can clock out of HIS office job.
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| Hi, Dad, how was YOUR day at the office? Mine was good. |
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