I had a pet rock, named him Rocky. Since people manicure, etc their dogs, I formed him into a nice smooth oval and polished him to a high gloss shine. He was so cute, I decided to take him to work. As soon as I put him on my desk, he left the desk and went to my co-workers cube next to me. He tried to kick him back over to me but he just kept going back. I felt really rejected and sad but like the old saying goes "If you love something, set it free, if it comes back it's yours, if it doesn't, it never was".......
PS: One day I was walking by my co-workers area and noticed Rocky wasn't there anymore. He said he decided to take him home. He also said he renamed him Wheelchock. I don't know what that was about or how he came up with that. Oh well, there will always be a place close to my heart that reminds me of him, but my doctors says he going to remove that.
Hovis