Okay, okay, so here’s the thing. I’ve been thinkin’ real hard about this. Every lunch break? EVERYONE LEAVES. And when they come back? THEY SMELL SO YUMMY. WHAT’S UP WITH THAT???

Writer Geoff and his BFF Will? They NEVER BRING LEFTOVER. And that? That makes me SAD. How come they get to eat shrimps or spicy taco meat and don even THINK about bringing a little snack for me?? Hoomans, I’m telling you. Every time they come back, I’m sittin’ there, tail wagging, hoping for a bite, but NOTHING. It’s like they forgot I exist. It’s like they think I’m a dog, not a taco lover! UGH. lifes ruff!

Now, the account girls? THEY’VE GOT MICROWAVED LEFTOVERS that smell like a FISH PARTY in their TUPPERWARE. A FISH PARTY!! I don’t know what kinda fish they’re eating, but it makes my nose go WHOOSH! WHOOSH, I tell you. The whole office LOVES this smell. Me? I can’t get close enough. They wave it in front of my face like it’s some kinda treasure. I’m this close to jumping on the table just to catch a whiff.

AND THEN, the designer girls. OOOOH, they come back with SANDWICHES from the coffee place cross the street. Sandwiches that are like… fancy or somethin’. But do they KNOW? Do they KNOW I CAN GET A DISCOUNT with my BEAUTIFUL FACE and my PERFECT DOGGY CHARMS?? I am practically a walking coupon! They walk by, munching on their fancy sandwiches, like they’re too busy with their fancy bread to notice me. and fancy coffees. It’s like they don’t even know that I am fanciest & could get them a better deal!

And STILL, I sit. Right here. Giving the eyes. Nose twitching. Tail wagging. And they don’t share. Not ONE BIT. WHAT’S A GIRL GOTTA DO FOR A LITTLE TACO LEFTOVER AROUND HERE???

Maybe tomorrow. MAYBE.

Until then, I’ll be here, dreaming of shrimpy tacos, fish leftovers, and sandwiches I can’t have. SIGH.

Xoxo,
Etta 
CEO of Barketing