Yep, thought that this was going to be a C&A thread....
Anyhoo...... I used to take my dog, Fat Bob, into work in the Big House in JHQ, and he just flopped down under a desk and crashed. There are some hyper, ugly mongrels that used to get taken in, and they used to sh1t everywhere.
Some time ago the OC of the Sqn i was in had a big soft as shite Rotweiler. We use to lure it outside SHQ with bits of NAFFI pie - grab the dog between two of us and then launch it into a stinking cess pool of a ditch that ran in the woods down the side of SHQ. The dopey mutt would then run back into the OCs office shaking shite alles uber der platz
My troop gaffer had a little sh1te of a dog in NI, we'd tease it mercillessly for about half an hour with a laser pointer, until it was going absolutley banshee then feed him said gaffers beret! Fecking brilliant, dog went through about 4 berets in a month. Rule 1 never bring your dog to work, Rule 2 don't leave your beret lying about in the crew room, even locking it in his desk didn't work, Rule 3 never leave dog unattended with Big Steve, cos he mustard fingered the dog!!! (As well as wannking in the milk)
Our Senior Term brats used to wind up the Gren Gds CSM for Penney Sqn's black lab that was locked in his office while we were stood on punishment parade outside. When he came back, the mutt had not just wrecked his trophy cabinet but had deposited its breakfast on his desk and shat up the walls. Never did like the dug anyways - but it did take most of the wind out of the CSM's pokey drill repertoire after he had blown out most of his energy booting said mutt up the road!