Moving day at Baxter & Co. was off to a chaotic start. Twenty employees bustled around the office, each with a box of personal belongings, an unnecessary amount of old cables, and at least one stolen stapler. At the heart of the madness was Nugget, the office’s tiny, brown, mildly unhinged dog, who had decided that today was the best day to run a full security sweep of every single box.

“Nugget, stop licking the printer!” shouted Sam from HR, trying to load it onto the dolly.

All was going relatively well until—disaster. The moving van, already questionably packed like a game of Jenga played by someone who’s had too much coffee, had just pulled away when Sophie from Marketing screamed, “Where’s Nugget?!”

Silence. Horror. A collective intake of breath.

Then, a muffled woof from inside one of the many, many identical cardboard boxes still in the office.

Cue panic.

Everyone dove into action, tearing open boxes with an urgency normally reserved for discovering if a mystery Amazon package was for them. Monitors flew, bubble wrap rained down, and Dave from IT somehow got himself trapped under a desk.

Just as tensions hit their peak, the janitor wandered in, holding up a box labeled “DO NOT OPEN – Smells Weird”. It wriggled.

Inside? One small brown dog, tail wagging, surrounded by stolen lunches.

“Welp,” said Sophie, scooping him up. “At least we know who took my sandwich last week.”

Crisis averted, Nugget reinstated, and the move—finally—back on track. But not before Nugget left his mark… on the brand-new carpet of the new office.

Welcome home, Baxter & Co. Welcome home.