Prada came to work with me today. She is currently hanging out under my desk by my feet, gazing longingly at all the people walking by who aren't loving on her. Occassionally, she pops out to say hello, or cries a little because I'm not sharing my pizza (I never do, poor girl). And then the passers-by are all, "Oh! It's a dog!" And then I laugh because what else would I have under my desk, a chicken?
And now I want to bring a chicken to work just to see what people would do.
She's not blind. I'm just the world's worst photographer.