tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828158097601815711.post6589790148579687205..comments2023-10-28T06:54:44.019-04:00Comments on ad broad: cube-clinging & canine avoidanceAd Broad, oldest working writer in advertisinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04505122645106322698noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828158097601815711.post-86496821895588273502008-03-04T15:45:00.000-05:002008-03-04T15:45:00.000-05:00I used to have to work with 3 dogs. I think workin...I used to have to work with 3 dogs. I think working with dogs and having dogs is two completely different things.<BR/><BR/>I hated coming in Monday morning to "presents." Or listening to the morning routine of barking at each other for 15 minutes straight.<BR/><BR/>Oh and I swear one of the dogs gave me fleas. <BR/><BR/>I'm really glad I don't work there anymore.Thinking In Vainhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08163415141571952956noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828158097601815711.post-54370210545608477032008-03-01T11:13:00.000-05:002008-03-01T11:13:00.000-05:00Not only collars, Jane. Yesterday Pickles (and the...Not only collars, Jane. Yesterday Pickles (and the AD) sported gray cashmere capelets.Ad Broad, oldest working writer in advertisinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04505122645106322698noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828158097601815711.post-40807362099789507452008-02-28T22:39:00.000-05:002008-02-28T22:39:00.000-05:00Canine methane...ugh. Heartening to discover other...Canine methane...ugh. Heartening to discover other dog-detesters in the business, DB. Why is hating on babies more acceptable. It's like we're working in England.Ad Broad, oldest working writer in advertisinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04505122645106322698noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828158097601815711.post-61315747966528796252008-02-28T20:17:00.000-05:002008-02-28T20:17:00.000-05:00I know what you mean. An art director here brough...I know what you mean. An art director here brought here dog in every day and - pardon the vulgarity - it had the stinkiest farts and they ruined that part of the office.<BR/><BR/>Not to mention that I am allergic to dog fur.<BR/><BR/>Thankfully, she left the company, but I couldn't believe that nobody cared how dirty this dog was, all because they wanted to be the cool agency that let dogs come to work.<BR/><BR/>Drove me up the wall. As I am sure you can tell.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828158097601815711.post-43943708657703116472008-02-28T12:40:00.000-05:002008-02-28T12:40:00.000-05:00Lucky to have made your escape, Simon. When did Ad...Lucky to have made your escape, Simon. When did Adland become doggy daycare??Ad Broad, oldest working writer in advertisinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04505122645106322698noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828158097601815711.post-46797801835723395942008-02-28T10:42:00.000-05:002008-02-28T10:42:00.000-05:00Must be an age thing. Just left a place where I wa...Must be an age thing. Just left a place where I was plagued by a whippet, a cretinous wolf-like creature (sheep in wolf's clothing), two rat like things and the occasional inbred labrador. All incontinent, no redeeming features save the opportunity for the odd swift kick under the desk. Other employees happily cleaned up after the beasts and found their incessant yapping tres amusantsimon billinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10465564108409973410noreply@blogger.com