When Your Coworker Has Four Legs

You know that moment when you’re trying to be Professional Marcus on a client call, and then your golden retriever decides the UPS truck is personally threatening the entire neighborhood?

When Your Coworker Has Four Legs

That was my Tuesday afternoon.

I’m sitting there, nodding sagely about user experience metrics, when Biscuit spots the brown truck through my office window.

The culprit in action

Suddenly I’m that guy - the one whose dog is providing unsolicited commentary to a room full of VPs.

The exact moment everyone heard it

The worst part? I could see everyone trying not to laugh while I frantically typed apologies in the chat.

Damage control mode

At least Elena wasn’t home to witness me having a full conversation with a dog during a work meeting. ‘Biscuit, please, Daddy’s trying to look important.’

The client ended up asking about our ‘office security system.’ I didn’t have the heart to tell them it’s just a 70-pound fur missile who thinks every delivery is a home invasion.