The building where I work, ‘Hipmunk HQ’, is also home to another travel-related business: Olivia, which is a company that organizes cruises, package tours, and similar things for lesbians. Hipmunk has the bottom two floors, and a no-dogs-at-work policy. Olivia has the top floor — as well as owning the building — and has a all-the-dogs-at-work policy. And every once in a while one of their dogs (most often this pug but occasionally a lab that I have not yet managed to get a good picture of) wanders down the stairs and into our work area.
The pug (whose name may be Henry, though I may be misremembering) is generally less than thrilled about being petted by all and sundry. But Greyson, this first time that he wandered down to say hello, was absolutely thrilled with all the attention, and thus attracted a small circle of admirers. We petted him for a while, and then I jumped around and made goofy noises and got him to chase me, and then ran upstairs and he ran after me and was immediately overjoyed to see mom, who he had been parted from for almost ten whole minutes! Much enthusiastic licking ensued.
Greyson has gorgeous eyes, and some of the softest fur ever.
I can definitely see the border collie, and not just physically. He seems very… intense. Even if that is mostly ‘intensely goofy’.
This is a first for me: the human was moving too fast for the picture, but the dog was standing still.