Hey boss, it’s your top dog Coy here – just checking in from the Spencerville office trenches. Between charming clients and wrangling the team, I keep my paws on the pulse and my muzzle in the hustle. Keeping sharp and adorable, because that’s how this furry mogul rolls! Fetch you later for that toast! 🐾 – Apricot Mogul

(INT. SPENCERVILLE OFFICE – DAY)

(We see COY, an apricot Shih Tzu-Poodle mix, sitting behind his desk, wearing a tiny tie, framed by the hum of a dozen typewriters and the soft chattering of his officemates. A camera crew is subtly capturing his every move.)

COY:
(Voiceover, as he glances at the camera with a sly grin)
Picture this: a bustling office paw-pulated by the most clever and keen-nosed professionals in all of Spencerville. Welcome to my den – or rather, my cubicle. Here, the hustle and bustle’s never about chasing one’s tail, unless it’s hung with a promotion. I’m Coy, the resident accounts retrievable expert, embracing a world tailored in human style, and boy, do I have my paws full.

(CUT TO: Coy adroitly spinning in his doggy office chair, fluff and curls everywhere, before locking eyes with the camera again.)

COY:
Oh, you’re still here? Well, stick around. Life’s never dull when you’re the top dog of charm in this kennel. Take my friend Maisy, charging through the office with a file in her mouth, tail wagging like a metronome set to allegro. And there’s Baxter, that tiny maverick, trying to print his paws on the Xerox. (Pauses, adds with a wink) Admittedly, it’s mostly for tail-wagging rights.

(Suddenly, a delightful aroma drifts through the office, pulling COY from his chair. He sniffs the air.)

COY:
(Excitedly)
Ah, the sweet, sweet scent of roast chicken from the Pooched Potatoes deli down the street! But business before pleasure. Duty calls, and in Spencerville that often means a paper jam or a keyboard commandeered by fur.

(CUT TO: The Dapper Dog Salon, located just beneath the office, where Coy peeks through the window.)

COY:
(Continuing, pondering)
Office life is not just about the paperwork. It’s also about looking sharp. Canine Couture Clothing ensures my tie is straight, and The Dapper Dog keeps my curls bouncy. Image is everything when you’re aiming for employee of the month, every month.

(CUT BACK TO: Office, Coy sorting through a stack of papers, looking exasperated.)

COY:
You see, every day here unfolds like an unwrapped treat. Just yesterday, I was leading the team meeting, discussing the bones of our next project, when out of nowhere, Baxter chased his tail right into the flip chart. Chaos, pure chaos! Maisy, bless her heart, tried to herd us back to focus, but let’s face it, once the squeaky toys are out, the meeting’s over.

(A beat. And suddenly, Coy spots his favorite toy, the unfazed squeaky frog.)

COY:
Would you believe it’s tough being this adorable? (Picks up the toy with a cheeky smile) You can’t be serious all the time in this joint. It takes skill to balance work and play.

(The camera zooms in as Coy gives it an affectionate chew.)

COY:
(Conspiratorially, nudging the toy towards the camera)
Don’t tell the boss, but this little guy’s my unofficial assistant. He keeps me hopping, just like the old days in Collie Canyon with my siblings. Ah, memories.

(CUT TO: A shot of Coy’s cubicle wall, photos of his family and friends papering it like wallpaper. Cue sentimental music.)

COY:
(Voiceover)
Sure, I may push papers from nine to five, but my heart’s out there on Red Beagle Beach, or up on Siberian Summit. This is just the interlude, the delightful dog-eared page in my journey until that glorious day of reunions. But for now, I’m the king of the watercooler, the furriest face of customer service, and the four-legged epitome of… what was that word again? Picaresque, that’s it. A shaggy story of my own making.

(He walks back to his desk, passing by coworkers who are all engaging in various whimsical office antics, each glance at the camera more acknowledging than the last.)

COY:
(Sitting down, finalizing)
So here I am, folks – pottering about in high spirits, weaving in a little play between the “ruff” demands of office life. And as for my beloved former owner, my “little apricot muffin” heart waits, filled with the joy of a thousand wagging tails, for the day we dine on breakfast toast together again.

(The camera slowly zooms out. His eyes follow, a soft growl in his throat, playful.)

COY:
For now, I’d better get back to the grindstone – these reports won’t chew themselves, and there ain’t no rest for the whiskered.

(CUT TO: A close-up of the plush frog on the desk, then pull back to reveal the whole office, engaged in its delightful, doggy bustle. Coy turns to the camera once more, ready to conquer another Spencerville workday.)

(CUT TO BLACK.)

(END.)

The End.