When I 1st started preloading, there was a farm dog that hung out at my center. Turned out the local sort and mechanics were feeding him. One night, the mechanics did not know he was in the building when they left. He had curled up in one of the package cars. When we got in, the woman that loaded the car almost peed her pants.
One of the PT supes made a bed for the dog under one of the FT supes desks and dog went back to sleep till the FT supes came in.
That was the end of feeding the dog.
TB