One day he pulled an entire bookcase over onto himself. I swiveled in my chair to see him covered in self-help books, and mouthing a title by Napoleon Hill. People ask if it is hard to work with a home office puppy. It is not hard if you concentrate your work in short bursts, in between worrisome noises behind you, and what is even worse, worrisome silence. Several times each day I look over one shoulder, expecting to see the faithful home office puppy, regarding me contentedly from his mat, but find him instead in the kitchen, two floors down, with his face embedded in a wet coffee filter.
Communicating is another challenge.
Many dogs begin to bark when the phone rings and continue until you hang up. My puppy is growing every day. Half the day he spends under my desk, sleeping with his chin on my toes. The other half of the time he is cruising, looking for something to mouth - a shoe, a yogurt container, a lightbulb, a pop can. If you can think while a puppy beside gnaws on an aluminum can, then you are a man, my son.