It was March 5, 2019. My wife, Linda had returned home from work. She stood at my TV room door and asked, “Did you have a good day and were you able to keep yourself busy.”
I replied, “I did OK and did not get too lonely.” She asked, “Are you ready for a companion dog?” I replied, “I would rather have a companion wife.”
She said, “Just hang in there a couple of more years and I will be retired and home with you.”
Gabrielle and Dobson were young accountants working on the six floor of a high-rise office building in downtown Atlanta. They worked for Harris and Company, a large corporate accounting firm. Their cubicles were situated side by side at the back of the office.
They had a lot in common but had never said one word to each other as they were so shy and introverted. Besides, there was way too much work to be done and deadlines to be kept to be social. They would simply come to work go into their cubicles, put their heads down and go over their facts and figures. This had going on for months.
The other folks in the office simply ignored them or made fun of them behind their backs. They had nicknamed Gabrielle “Gabby” as she never spoke with anyone. They nicknamed Dobson “Dudson” as he seemed to be void of any personality.
Gabrielle took a leave of absence for some six weeks. It had been rumored that she had some type of stress related incident. When she returned to work, she had a small mix breed dog with her.
It was explained to the staff that the small dog was a “companion dog”. Supposedly, the little mix breed terrier was there to give comfort and support to Gabrielle and help her make it through her workday. She called her companion dog “Lucky” and it would lie at the door to her cubicle while she worked away.
After a few weeks, Lucky started to edge his way over to Dobson’s cubicle. Gabrielle would go over to Dobson’s cubicle to retrieve him and, likewise Dobson would return Lucky to her.
One day when Dobson was returning Lucky to Gabrielle, he came face to face with Gabrielle at her cubicle entrance. They were so shy; they did not speak and only looked down at the floor.
When Dobson returned to his desk, he thought, “She really does have very pretty eyes. I wish I would have introduced myself.”
The days went by and Lucky continued to creep off to Dobson’s cubicle. One day, when Dobson was returning Lucky to Gabrielle, she suddenly blurted out, “Would you like one of my homemade cookies?” Dobson quickly took one and rushed back to his desk. Gabrielle thought to herself, “Why did I say that? He probably thinks I’m some kind of flirt.”
The next day, Dobson went over to Gabrielle’s desk. He had finally worked up enough nerve to talk with her. He said, “That was the best chocolate chip cookie I ever had.” He then ran back to his desk almost embarrassed.
As time went by and with more trips back-and-forth with Lucky, Gabrielle and Dobson were finally talking with each other. It got to a point that they didn’t need Lucky to start a conversation. Pretty soon, Gabrielle and Dobson were going out to lunch together.
Lucky started lying on the floor between their cubicles. He looked so contented. He knew he had done his job well.