Yea, I got to thinking about the offering of unlimited beverages also, good idea, but I think it is always nice to have something to eat with your drink, maybe  " brownies", yep, those kind, and maybe you could remove all the toilet paper just in case they somehow got in, I'd love to see then trying to dry their ass with the power dryer    

Hi, I'm Charlie, the worlds most handsome Cocker Spaniel and Shelby's big brother.

I have a lot of tummy troubles, so dad, the chauffeur, rents me out to people that are painting the insides of their houses. I don't think it's funny but dad says my "tummy" can peel the paint off the walls.

Tell me where you are, I'll get the chauffeur to take me to the airport and put me on a plane and I'll be there for you Monday afternoon and take care of these "girls."

If you know anyone that's doing a little house painting, schedule a couple of appointments for me, I might as well pick up a few side jobs to pay for the plane ride.

We'll teach them to mess with tripawds, their peeps, friends, or any pet owner, I'll guarantee to bring them to their knees!

Signed, Charlie, the worlds most handsome Cocker Spaniel.

Some employers offer flex time scheduling (especially in areas that have a lot of commuter traffic) where you can come in earlier or later, then leave earlier or later. Then you wouldn't be trying to leave at the same time as those b^tch*s. Is a doggie door an option? I might be able to locate a free one for you, but it would have to be installed. They also have those indoor grass things (I have no idea what they're called) that maybe you can put in the bathroom. I suppose training them to use it could be tough though.  I'm sorry that you have to deal with those fools!  Luckily, I work with a whole bunch of dog people. I'm the boss though, so I wouldn't put up with that bad behavior anyway, but it is nice to work with people that understand. Good luck, and if things don't get better, remember you have the Las Vegas connection (Ge'Lena, and myself) to help you out (think Joe Pesci in "Casino")

As sweet as revenge can be, these ijuts have the upper hand and will absolutely respond in a way meaner than ever.  I like the suggestion of just saying someone is letting Sammy out and just act real casual and in no rush...might cost you an extra few minutes but at least your blood pressure won't be skyrocketing.  And you'll deflate their twisted, childish version of "fun".

Try to remember how unhappy these women are and what miserable lives they must lead, that they would get satisfaction out of picking on you.

I'd love to come out and join the b*tch slapping but I'm not much taller than you so I don't think I'd be much help!  It sure would feel good to land a few punches, though.  Grrrrr.

By the way...Happy Easter, everyone!

This just blows my mind.  I can't believe grown women behave this way.  I mean, it's one thing to not like animals, I don't get it but everyone has their thing.  It's completely another for people to find it funny to make your life miserable...especially when it comes to your pups.  I thought I had met some immature people in my life, but this definitely takes the cake. 

I'm with those who have suggested acting as though you have someone coming over during the day so it's not such a big deal anymore.  And also, as hard as it is, I wouldn't talk about Sammy or Shy around them anymore.  When Roxy was first diagnosed and I was going through that stressful period that goes along with diagnosis, I would vent about it at work.  Probably a lot more than what I should have, but that was the priority in my life at that time and it was constantly on my mind.  Then one day I walked around the corner and heard the director of my department talking to one of my subordinates saying "it's just a dog..." and as soon as he saw me he shut up.  At that point I realized I couldn't speak about my fur babies that much anymore.  Sometimes you just can't. 

If this continues, do you think talking to someone in HR would help or make matters worse?  I think only the person in the situation knows that answer.  If it would help, maybe it's something to consider.  I also like the thought of getting a neighborhood kid to let Sammy out during this day if that's possible.  But I'm sure you've thought this through so much that if it were an option you would have already done it. 

I hope things turn around for you Elizabeth.  It's just a shame that some people have to create drama. 

Oh, and I also read where Shy is doing a little better.  I'm so happy to hear that!  Just wait for your silver lining Elizabeth.  Things are hard now, but they will get better.  Life comes in cycles.  I know we've definitely been through some ups and downs over the last few years. Your situation is bound to turn around.  Until then, remember the important things, count your blessings, pray a little extra, and give all the love you have to give. 

Leslie

For starters, I agree with everyone else here. Sounds like some co-workers need a slapping, or, as my wife suggested, a good fart bomb. Linda and Bernie are both equal opportunity offenders, and have extensive rap sheets for befouling the air in the house and the car, which is extra nasty because of the enclosed space. Say the word and they’re on their way. Hell, buy me a plane ticket and a decent helping of beans and beer and I’ll come take care of business myself.

And if increasing the local levels of greenhouse gases doesn’t work, Bernie bin Laden has, not surprisingly, developed an especially offensive habit where ladies are concerned. I don’t want to hijack this thread with Bernie antics, so you can read about his unique brand of harassment by clicking here. But trust me, after a visit from Bernie, screwing with you would be the least of your co-workers’ worries.