Originally Posted by Michael Howard
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Used to work in an office on first floor - client was coming up to see me on the first floor - receptionist told him to "go up and Mr Howard will meet you at the top of the stairs". As i head towards stairs I can hear this really heavy breathing getting more and more strained - poor old bugger I think - bad emphysemia that. I am then met by Staffordshire Pit Bull straining at the leash to get up stairs ahead of owner  I was too shocked to say get your stinking dog out of here so i just got on with the appointment asap while the dog lounged on my nice carpetted floor. The receptionist said "oh well there isn't a sign saying "no dogs" so I thought they were allowed"
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Reminds me of when I worked in a tall ofiice building in Portsmouth many moons ago. The computer operators had to work weekends. One of them used to bring his smelly dog in on Saturday and Sunday, which drove the ohers mad. So when the dog owner went to the toilet, one of the other ops took the dog, placed it in the lift, and pressed all of the 13 floor buttons. I'll spare you the scatalogical trail, enough to say that the dog didn't make it back into the office again.