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Tuesday, October 9th, 2001 03:40 pm
I am having leftover turkey and mashed potatoes and corn from yesterday's deli special for a midafternoon snack.

And it is mine, do you hear me? Oh, good.

The dog's in today, and he's wandering the halls leashless while his owner (I almost typed "boss" - ack!) stands and chats at the front desk. He followed one of my employees into his office to beg for his soup, and had to be chased out into the hallway and the door shut. I managed to take the hint and not let him get into my office when I made my food, and my door is shut.

He nosed it a couple of times and then he just stood in the hallway staring at our two closed doors until just as I was typing this sentence, when his owner came and pulled him away.

edited, 5 minutes later: his owner apparently let him go...he came back. owner came, retrieved, dragged off. He's back again, standing in the hallway and sniffing at our doors. Argh!