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When I arrived at my office, I opened the door and tried to scurry inside the building alone, but the big dog wasn’t willing to allow that. Somehow, he managed to catch the door with the side of his body and slip inside.
Exasperated, I turned to look down at him. “Find someone else to follow around,” I told him, even as I attempted to ignore the brokenhearted look he was giving me. Dogs can’t really understand us, can they?
“Who is this handsome boy?” Mallory’s sing-songy voice carried down the hallway. Her grin stretched from ear-to-ear as she headed towards the animal with both hands outstretched toward him.
“So much for the hope that my boss would put down her foot and not allow a dog in the office,” I grumbled loudly enough that she could hear.
She was already bent down, rubbin
