Banking on Canine Colleagues

Why every office should have a dog on its payroll

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“If your colleague had done their job properly in the first place, I wouldn’t need to have called you to sort it out, would I? You’re all incompetent at that bank. You’re all utterly useless! Goodbye!”

The customer ended the call as I blinked back the tears.

“DUCK!”

I planted my face on the desk so quickly my forehead broke the computer keyboard.

I still flinched as the tennis ball smacked into the wall behind me. Two paws jumped up onto my thigh and a Labrador mouth caught the flying sphere before it made its return journey across the office.

Quinn dropped back to the floor, remembering that we operated a four-paws-on-the-floor-at-all-times policy, sat down, dropped the ball into my lap, and nudged my thigh. Her tail wagged expectedly.

Slowly, I sat up and rubbed my forehead. I could feel the keyboard’s indentations. A different sort of braille, you could say. Across the desks, I caught my sheepish-looking colleague, Bethany, trying to stifle a laugh.

“Sorry!” She bit her lips. “I wasn’t aiming at you. Honestly!”

Then she noticed my teary eyes. “I didn’t hit you, did I?”