Rocco is the main dog in my life. He belongs to my boss, Sandra, and he attends all office meetings. Rocco even has his own chair, but he seems to prefer mine.
One day I was sitting on the floor of the office making a large poster and Rocco jumped into my lap and licked my face. Usually, I resist this kind of dog-love, having never been a dog owner and not being used to it. But for some reason, in that moment, I felt attacked by love (in the best way), and it felt SO GREAT. So yeah. He can have my chair sometimes.