'Frantic' woman mistakes office for 'dog daycare'; they watch pup anyway for weeks.

IDWHL (I Don't Work Here Lady) is a popular Reddit thread where people share stories about being mistreated, specifically as employees of places they do not work at.

But every once in a while, someone shares a story that doesn't quite fit that narrative, all though it definitely belongs in the IDWHL forum. Enjoy!

'This isn’t a dog daycare at all.'

SwarmTendon writes:

A while back I was working in an office that allowed dogs. It was an open floor plan and since customers never came into the office, we kept the dogs food and water bowls right by the front door just because it was the most convenient space and no one else would see them but us who worked there.

Of the six of us who worked in the main office area, I was the only one who didn’t have a dog (no pets policy at the apartment) and always felt horribly left out. To make matters worse, across the way was a doggie daycare.

One day, a very frantic woman came in and she had an absolutely massive basset hound with her. Usually the only people who came into the office were associates who had appointments with someone working there, but it was rare they brought their dogs.

She ran up to me and said “Do you work here?” And I said “Yes, how can I help you?” And she said “I wasn’t sure if you took walk ins but I read online I could just drop him off? I tried to call but no answer.”

I didn’t know what she was talking about at that point and I said “Come again? Who did you call exactly?” Thinking if I could just saddle her off to whoever she came to see, I wouldn’t have to decipher her problem.

She said “Well it doesn’t matter now. Look, something urgent’s come up and I really need to leave him here. Here’s his food he likes and I’ll be back in a few hours and—“ at this point I wasn’t thinking of the doggie daycare. I thought maybe she was a friend of someone here.

I said “Well alright, can I get your name please?” And she said her name and then asked if I needed her to sign anything. I was so confused at this point I just said “Why would I need you to sign something?” And she left almost immediately.

So I took Otis (the dog) to the back and showed him to my coworkers and no one knew the woman or dog.

I was worried she wouldn’t come back, but at the same time, my wish for an office dog had been granted!

Talk about manifesting.

And Otis was supremely chill. All he did all day was lie around and drool onto his own ears. I just freshened him up every now and then, took him out every couple hours, and he was happy as a clam on a big cushy dog bed we thankfully had an extra of. He just loved attention from anywhere he could get it.

At the end of the day the woman, thank God, came back. She said “Thanks, you’re a lifesaver. How was he?” And I said “He was a champ.”

And was about to say “But why is he here” when she said “Thats a relief. Most kennels say he gets anxious around other dogs. I heard you operated at a much higher capacity, I was thrilled to see you had so few clients in the room at one time. So, how much do I owe?”

And that’s when I realized she thought we were a dog daycare.

Now, I probably should’ve corrected her. But I loved my day with the office dog and I did want to get paid for supervising this strange dog all day.

This next part is maybe the craziest...

I just threw out the number that sounded fair and appropriate.

“That’ll be $20.” I said.

Lmao.

She replied “Reaalllly?!” In this very high tone, and I couldn’t tell if I’d overshot or undershot.

But she paid me and left.

My coworkers were laughing hysterically when they realized what had happened and we thought it would just be a good story for the future.

But the next week... she came back! She said we were so much more affordable and less overcrowded than her other place that she was happy to use us.

I was glad for the company so just took him. I didn’t think there was any way she couldn’t have at least some idea we weren’t a dog daycare. The whole ordeal was so strange I just figured “don’t question a good thing.” (I was much younger and dumber then.)

Maybe dog lady was thinking the same thing.

Not long after, Otis started getting dropped off two, sometimes even three or four days a week. I was in heaven. He was such a love. And he made fast friends with the delivery guys and visitors.

One day we took our office Christmas card photo and Otis was over that day, so we included him. In a Santa hat. It was pretty great.

But it turns out Otis’ owner was friends with one of our clients, who I guess happened to have the card out on her table or was kind enough to display it alongside her other holiday cards. Because one day Otis’ owner came in holding the card and walked up to me and said

Moment of truth...

“I can’t even believe I’m asking this but... is that my dog in this photo? This isn’t a dog daycare at all. This is just an office, isn’t it?”

She said it with a note of surprise, as though she was looking around and putting it all together for the first time.

No coincidence that this was the first time she wasn’t in some crazy rush either. She was like “Then who are all these other dogs?!” And I explained.

What I would pay to have heard that explanation.

I was terrified she was going to demand her money back, or worse, take some sort of legal action against us for misrepresenting ourselves as a dog care business, or complain to corporate.

Instead she basically said “Why didn’t you ever say anything!”

And I explained we just really liked having Otis around. She stopped for a minute and seemed to be thinking and said “Is that right?” And I said yes and told the story of how I was the only one in the office without a dog so loved the company.

She seemed a little flummoxed or hesitant, understandably, because the whole thing was so weird.

She turned to my coworker and asked if I was telling the whole truth (I don’t know why she thought my coworker, also a stranger to her, was any more trustworthy than me, but hey. Strange times.) Coworker backed me up.

So she said, “Well, I wish you’d said something sooner. Could’ve saved me a lot of embarrassment with my friend back there.

Then she said:

Alright, I have to get going. See you at 4:00.”

And she left Otis! I couldn’t believe it!

I said “So he can stay?!”

And she replied “Where else could I find someone to watch him one on one all day for $20?” And off she went.

Otis stayed my office dog until his family moved away, luckily right around the same time I took a new job. With all this time sitting around doing nothing, thought it was as good a time as any to tell that story.

I don't know about you, but that went in exactly the opposite direction than I expected.

Here's what Reddit though about this alarmingly wholesome IDWHL post...

perseidot says:

I LOVE this story! But the fact that she never realized... does she think most doggy daycares have carpeted reception areas, desks, and fax machines? (Just imagining what your office looked like based on other accounting offices I’ve seen.)

OP:

I think she just knew “this is the complex with the dog daycare” and was walking along the plaza looking in so stopped at the first place with lots of food bowls and dog beds. I also thought she must at least suspect we weren’t a real dog daycare, but when it was revealed, she seemed genuinely surprised.

From Imraith-Nimphais:

Did anyone else think while reading that the owner was going to be awful about it? What a wholesome relief!!!

exceptAcceptance relates to OP:

I’m cracking up! I love everything about this story, especially because it’s something that I could see happening to me. I’m terrible at realizing what people are originally talking about, and once I finally figure it out, I’m even worse at correcting people.

gailn323 says:

This brightened up my day! It was refreshing to read something sweet and positive for a change. With all that is going on in the world right now, on top of the usual negativity that floats on this subreddit, this was a nice change. Thank you!

So, there you have it!

Some stories are funny and no one has to be mean! The $20 kills me, though.