A comment from my friend Catherine, who I worked for in New Orleans, brought back a funny memory. After Hurricane Katrina, Catherine knew she could no longer run her business, The Basket Case. I met her to inventory and pack up the store. There were only a few people in the huge building, so the second day, Catherine brought Puppy with her, so he wouldn't be left alone.
The security guard saw Catherine coming in with the dog and went ballistic. "You can't have a dog here." "You have to remove the dog." Catherine was really upset. We were inside our shop, where the guard has no power. I tried to reason with her, but to no avail. She just kept repeating her mantra of "You can't have a dog here." Well, I finally laughed at her and said, "Ma'am, we have this space leased. We could lock the door, dance on the tables naked in front of the big windows and there's not a damn thing you could do about it. So go back to your desk and leave us alone!"
Catherine burst into laughter. The guard went back to her desk and called the building manager. I locked the front door, with Puppy safe inside.
A few minutes later, the building manager showed up at our door. After I let him in, he gave us both a hug. He was so very relieved to see we were ok. And, he never said a word about Puppy being in the shop.