My Sidekick

If there is one thing you should know about me, it is that I love dogs, especially my two year old maltipoo named Coco.  Not to say I don't care for cats, but when I was a little kid a cat scratched me in the face when I went up to say hi.  Ever since I've been afraid of cats.  All it takes is one bad experience. Right? 

Well Coco is my go to girl, she hangs with me literally everywhere.  Since she loves to hang with me and be around people she knows she has to be really good, and she is.  All I have to say to her is "ok, let's go" and she knows it's time to run or ride.  If we go running she keeps pace with me step for step regardless of my pace.  Whenever we go for a drive and get to a location, I place her in my purse and I walk in.  More often then not, no one ever realizes I have a dog in my purse.  Most people think I'm some nut carrying a stuffed animal in my bag.  I think that is funny because I'm not five.  And when people finally realize she's a real dog, they gush over her.  Many times people ask to see her, so I pull her out of my purse like a magician pulling a rabbit out of a hat.  People are amazed at how quiet she is.  I tell them if she wants to tag along she knows she had got to be good.  Well behaved and polite.  That is why I feel there is no way I can return to ABC 33/40 and not make Coco part of the family there as well.  I have made some preliminary introductions to many of my coworkers and most all think she is adorable.  All except for maybe one person.  This one person... let's say her name is Tiffany.   Well, Tiffany is not drinking the Coco cool-aid.  Nope, not having it.  But I tell her, Coco will make you fall in love with her.  Tiffany will just look at me with that look you know, and say I don't think so.  I'll keep you posted on that one.