For the past few weeks, my coworker's been dog-sitting this perfectly spherical dog in her office. The dog's name is Lady. You could actually rest a beverage or small plate of cookies on Lady's broad Beagle-ish back. Whenever my coworker left her office, the dog would waddle over and sleep next to my feet. Today was Lady's last day, as she's finally being returned to her owner. I think she could sense it was good-bye for her and me, because she waddled over and solemnly sat on top of my feet before the coworker walked her out of the agency.
Wow, it's almost 4 AM on a Thursday night. I can't believe I can't fall asleep.