Mind of Mona – Part 2: Where I Use the Bathroom
People around here probably don’t realize how much I notice. Everyone in this place seems to go in the same spot. Whenever they walk through that door, I swear they’re never coming out. I smell hot dogs. I usually look for someplace unique. Like Luke’s desk. But he gets all angry. Where’s my bone? I’d prefer the carpet. Mom gets mad, it becomes a huge thing and I end up a bad dog. The courtyard works. A lot of stuff to dig out there. And a few spots under the Chinese Chestnut. Have you smelled the tree in May? I hear it runs most people out of the courtyard. Makes me think of kitty litter. I can’t wait.
About the Author: Mona Koier
It’s no coincidence that Mona and Lisa are together. Although she may not yet know where she got her name, she hears it enough, usually in the form of “Mona! Stop that!” She’s a Golden Doodle (a cross between a black standard poodle and a golden retriever) that likes to shake hands with everyone who visits, keep crumbs off the floor, and chew on her numerous toys that lie around the office. Other employees are still trying to figure out her secret to sleeping through the workday while also finding time to get her work done.
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