March 13, 2020

White Dog scampered past to go to her suite as Opal and Roman dove for the far reaches of kennels in the bedroom as the thunder rumbled and the storm burst over us. "And it is Friday the 13th," Bailey said as she plunged her face into my lap.

"None of this bodes well," Bella yipped. "It is NOT going to be a good day."

Steve came out of the office then, smiling. "You know I have been very worried about momma and this people virus going around. I always think about the humans and germs I come in contact with and bring home." The White Dog Army looked surprised. They had not thought about the contagion vector. "I just opened an email from Michelle, our CFO, and the top guys know momma's vulnerability. She says they are in agreement that I should work from home to keep her safe. I will just go in on off-hours if I need anything and Sage has kindly offered to be a courier if needed. Most of what we do can be handled electronically, by phone and by texting."

The room erupted in cheering. "Dad will be home!" "Momma will be protected." "We can supervise."

I looked around the room. "We do not realize how lucky we are that dad works for such a human-focused company." "AND they let dogs come to work, too," White Dog reminded. I looked at Steve. "I would like to send your management a personal thank you note, will you direct me where it should go? And I am going to order some bakery goods for Monday's staff meeting...just because their thinking of me means a lot."

"Dad will be working from home, hooray! Let's celebrate!"