Knock Knock we are here! please let us in. When we get to work, we have to wait for daddy to unlock the door, then we can go in and he will take our leashes off. We keep telling daddy if we didn’t come to work so early, (most of the time its dark) the door would be open. But oh no, daddy is shot out of bed on a rocket, he loves work almost as much as he loves us. Lucas, the ruby(brown) baby is contemplating making a run for it, daddy put down the leashes to get his keys out. But we told him he better not, or daddy might whup him or trade him for a weenie dog.