It's official. Bentley is my office dog. In the few brief moments (or the longer ones when I get up at 4:30am and the household is still) I get to steal at my computer, Bentley gets to work. He comes in, sniffs my arm, gets a scratch behind the ear, and then slips under the desk and curls up on my feet. Sometimes he brings a bone, which I've had to talk to him about, because the jostling from the bone chewing makes me feel seasick as I read or type. So, we've had to implement a "no bones" office rule. He seems to like his job. He's well qualified and he has pretty good job security...
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