What do my Boston Terrier, 6-inch stiletto heels and a mojito have in common? They all make me really happy and yet none of them belong in my office. You see, my dog, Bacon
, is crazy full of energy and, given the chance, he'd love to distract me from whatever I'm working on. So when I'm on deadline, Bacon's kicked out of the office. If you're not as steadfast on the no-dogs rule as I am, you can still set some boundaries.