My dad is something called a “programmer.” Actually he says he’s more of a manager these days, and doesn’t really write much code anymore. The best thing about his job is that he works from home, which means he gets to hang out with me all day, every day.
He calls it “Bring your Work to Dog Day” instead of bring your dog to work day.
This works out really well for both of us because 1) I like to be with him and 2) I have to go outside a lot.
A LOT.
Did I mention that I have a tiny bladder? I can prove it. Just play hard with me for 15 minutes and then let me wander around unsupervised. Sooner or later something will happen that I can’t quite control.
It’s a gift.
The other great thing is that dad’s office is now a toy repository. Anything I can carry in with me just adds to the fun.
At first, dad would loop my leash around that dumbell you seen in the picture below, so I wouldn’t sneak off to steal slippers or something. Now we have a gate so the door can stay open.
This working thing is not so bad. 
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