Dogblog: A hard day’s work


Well, there I am, ready for a big day in the office! (I’m not wearing a tie like I sometimes do because I was going to my mom’s office for most of the day and they are relaxed about that.) Sometimes when the House is in recess I get to go to work with my mom and my dad, and Thursday was one of those days! I hadn’t been to their working buildings in such a very long time, and I was excited to be back. As always, I used my best manners and made my mom and my dad very proud of me.

The first time I ever went to the work with my dad, he made me go up the escalator with him. That was kind of scary because I didn’t get it. It was sorta like this (you have to click on it):


But anyway, now when I go to work my dad and I run up the stairs together. And then I ride on the elevator up to my mom’s office because I’m always allowed in there and only sometimes in my dad’s office. Before my mom and I get on the elevator with other people, she always asks if they mind dogs, because I do kind of take up a lot of space and she says sometimes people don’t like to be so close to handsome dogs like me when they are at work.

On Thursday we rode the freight elevator up to her office. It was a little scary as elevators go because it was big and loud not nice and carpeted like the ones we usually ride up in. When we got out, I knew just where to go! I remembered! All the interns in my mom’s office were SO excited to see me. They are really far away from their families and their own dogs so I got lots of scratches and pets and everyone was happy.

So happy, in fact, that I was worn out pretty quick and had to lay next to my mom’s chair to rest.


See that ball? I get to bring one toy to the office with me. I picked one of my new blue tennis balls from my nana. When I wasn’t napping or flirting with the interns, I was chewing quietly on it.

But then I had work to do, see? I was helping my mom with her foreign affairs research.


And then I went to play with my new girlfriends in the front part of the office, and decided I would snooze out there with them for a while, like this:

photo(15)Usually I stay in the back by my mom’s desk just in case people are scared of handsome dogs like me when they come into the office. But on Thursday I greeted visitors and everyone was so surprised and happy to see me and I got so many pets! And what’s so funny is that they thought I was just a normal handsome dog, they didn’t even know I’m the Cutest Pet on Capitol Hill!

My mom and my dad got lunch from one of the bright colored food trucks that come to Capitol Hill. I waited in line with them so patiently and my mom told the people in front of us that I am famous. I thought that was an invitation to beg the nice lady in front of us for some of her fries and then my mom told me that was rude so I laid down and pretended I didn’t care if she shared her fries with me or not. My mom and dad got their hummus sandwiches and ate on one of the big patios by their buildings. All the tourists who walked by thought it was so funny to see a dog having lunch with his people.

After lunch and a good long afternoon walk, I snoozed some more but this time in my dad’s office. And after all my hard work of minding my manners and being cute and playing nice with my blue tennis ball and the nice interns in my mom’s office, it was time to go home.

All in a day’s work!



He’s famous!

Last week I entered Dietrich as a candidate in the 4th Annual Cutest Pet on Capitol Hill contest, put on by the Animal Health Institute.

This week he was nominated as the candidate representing the Dog Party! 😀

My esteemed readers, please feel free to vote for this adorable candidate here.

The husband talked to his dad briefly today and when I heard him mention Dietrich’s ‘primary’ victory and that the race is now Dietrich against a kitten and a turtle, I laughed out loud. A kitten and a turtle are the competition? Does life get cuter?

Anyway, Dietrich was very excited to hear about his primary victory and smiled at passing cars all the way home. Voting for the election to Cutest Pet on Capitol Hill goes through Wednesday evening. Regardless of the outcome in the general election, the husband and I are proud to say we own the cutest dog on Capitol Hill!

This guy!

Yeah, I’ve still got it

What I wish I looked like waiting for my train today.

This morning I had an interview on the Hill. So even if I don’t get the job, which I think would be an excellent fit for me and for them, chew on THAT, Hill interns!! Looks like you don’t get all the interviews, suckers!! <ppppppbbbbt>

Anyway. After much hemming and hawing yesterday afternoon about what I could wear and what I should wear, I was pleased to discover that the black maternity pants the other middle lent to me, with a black dressy tank with ruffles and the one black suit jacket I own, all combined nicely in a passable suit for the day. And those people who say “oh shoes always fit” (I used to be one of them) clearly have never been pregnant, because my only option for today was the cute leopard print flats I own and yes, are suitable for work, though not my typical first choice for an interview shoe. Nothing else, save the blessed flip-flops, was going to fit in 90 degrees, and I did wear the flips on the train.

And so I planned to set off this morning, makeup on, hair done, suit constructed carefully, about 9:30 am, leaving myself plenty of time to wander to and from the train, stop by the husband’s office, use the bathroom, and so on.

At 9:20 I was almost done getting ready when the dog started barking quietly. I thought I heard a knock at the door but surely the dog would have barked louder if someone was at our door. Just to be sure, I, sans pants, crept to the peep hole and saw our across-the-hall neighbor standing there. I swiftly donned the required garb for such encounters and opened the door.

His car was at the shop, his wife had the other keys, he needed to be in Baltimore for work, and could I give him a ride to the garage, some four miles down the road, to pick up his car?

We shot out of the condo parking lot and set off at a barely legal pace to get to the garage. Four miles down the road in the old days would mean a five-minute drive. Four miles down the road now–and I believe he meant four miles down the road after we get to the right road–is a different beast. At 10:01 I was back at the condo, hauling myself out of the car, into the house, throwing my lunch into my bag and double-checking that shoes-that-aren’t-flip-flops were in there before patting the dog on the head and bolting out the door again.

By 10:10 I was at the Metro station where someone (like me) with the right type of pass card can park his or her vehicle for the day and Metro into the city. If, that is, this person can find a parking spot in the parking garage. Doing my best not to hyperventilate at the lack of parking, I decided that the risk of parking in the reserved section was worth getting to my interview on time, so I did. Then I gathered my things, prayed that I didn’t just swipe an armpit full of deodorant on the outside of my black jacket, and took off at top-ish speed for the tracks.

I’ve played out a lot of scenarios in my mind throughout the course of my life, but sprinting full-tilt, five months pregnant, wearing a suit and flip-flops, laptop bag clapping me on the back in encouragement, to catch a train for an interview on the Hill was not one I’d pictured before. The only thing I could think, besides “I’m screwed if I fall” is “Heck yeah, I’ve still got it.”

So even though I had planned to mosey to the Metro and into my interview, I really looked more like this, although I still made it with a few minutes to spare, and even had time to change my shoes in the husband’s office:

What I actually looked like catching my train today.

The interview went well, I enjoyed the conversation and what I heard about the office, and they liked me enough to ask me to come back tomorrow to meet the rest of the team and the congressman. I’m 95% very excited about this and 5% wondering what the HECK I’m supposed to wear this time.