I walked into the room and in the middle of the floor my client was on all fours howling like a dog. It was one of those days. With coffee in hand I reached down and tugged on the leash he had already attached to himself. “Come on puppy, time for your walk.” The marketing executive scurried obediently to my side as I paraded him around the dungeon for public humiliation. The other girls all laughed at the dog’s tricks. He sat, he rolled over, played dead, shook, and fetched. The pièce de résistance was when I cracked a can of Alpo and dumped it on the floor. The dog lunged at the smelly… Read more
