Employee Performance - If You Want the Best, Get Personal!

This is a story about a man and three dogs.

I walk a lot - usually for about half to three-quarters of an hour most mornings. I see a guy with two dogs quite a lot. We chat a little occasionally.

Of the two dogs (I know I said three, so hold on a bit), one is a light brown lurcher and is quite friendly and the other is a beautiful black labrador. He is 'nippy' as my co-walker tells me, so I have been a bit careful of him, but I always try to stroke him too. Whilst I have always been cautious of dogs, I have always tried my best to make friends with them, wherever I have gone (and no, I don't have a dog, and yes, I probably would like one!)

My friend has now gained a third dog - another black labrador; a bit younger than the other two. So as I'm walking down the road this morning, I see all four of them coming down the road towards me. I'm not sure which black labrador is which, so I try to pick out the 'nippy' one (he sometimes nips you, to clarify!).

One of the black labradors seems to be 'smiling', the other not, if you get my drift. I guess right, say my 'hellos' safely, we pass pleasantries and I walk on. As I go on, I hear the man say to the nippy labrador, 'I've no biscuits left', as he is pestered.

I'm a little sad for the dog. His master doesn't know why he is temperamental, but he is. It's also interesting that he's the first to pester for a biscuit.

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