Join Date: Oct 2011
Dogs Name: Toby the Dobe, Russell the Andalucian Terrier, Reina the Pointador. Sasha & Jack at the Bridge
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It isn't usual for companies in the UK to allow dogs to go into work with their humans.
However, I once worked for a security company who did wages runs to other businesses. In other words they had large amounts of money laid out in the upstairs room which was counted and bagged for delivery to this or that company for payment to their staff.
One particular month we had nigh on a million pounds up there, I was terrified as I was alone in the office and it was on an industrial estate which was less than stellar regards its reputation regards being a safe environ to work.
So I took my GSD/Collie into to work with me, he would sit under my desk or just behind me next to the radiator and sleep however, if someone came he would sit up, and let me know.
Well one day in walked a man with a crash helmet on his head and he went bonkers. Absolutely bonkers.
Now the way you entered into the premises was through a double door. On the first door there was a sign, it read, 'For entrance, press buzzer and look up at camera'. He didnt do that. Somehow he got through the door, into the lobby between the 2 doors and passed the second door which again you were asked to press a buzzer and look into the camera (so we could be sure the occupant of the lobby was alone) before they were let in. But again he had gotten past the door (which was locked) and walked in with a full face helmet obscuring his identity.
Now the rules were, if I was in the office and anyone and I mean anyone came in, un/invited/announced I was to press the panic button.
So I did.
Whilst at the same time I legged it with my dog upstairs (stairway was in my office) slamming the security door behind me.
All hell broke loose.
The police arrived within minutes and found the guy in the office, shouting down a phone to someone whilst I am stuck upstairs with nigh on a million pounds in cash which I bundled into the safe so it couldnt be taken if the man somehow got upstairs to the counting room.
When the boss arrived, my dog wouldnt let him in the room with me, (or the money) and he started shouting his head off, about me having him there.
Luckily for me the guy who had arrived was in fact a representative of the parent security company and said if it hadnt been for the dog the money could well have been stolen. The sight of the dogs gnashing teeth had halted him just enough in his tracks to allow me, his owner, to escape.
How did the guy get through the double doors? I haven't a clue. What I do know is that my old boy saved me, (it so easily could have been for real) as well as the money.
I left shortly afterwards when a raid happened on one of the vans carrying the wages to its destination and I was in the office listening to the guys screams as they were being beaten by a baseball bat wielding thug.
Security be damned, it wasnt safe.
Lovely pics by the way. And way to go Flirt, you tell them Poodles what to do with themselves, fancy sticking their noses through your babygate. Damn cheek.