Luckily, for us, we work out of our home. The dogs, however, wonder if this is actually a benefit or not. After all, what does it get them? Let's listen in to their conversation, overheard today, mid-morning as they lay about the living room enjoying the warm sunshine as it poured in through the sliding glass doors.
Emily: "I wish they'd come up and give us some treats. Sure, we went for a walk today...hey, you guys, did I tell you how many rabbits I chased? There was this one rabbit on the way down the curvy sidewalk that sat and sat and sat and didn't get up to run until I was ... this close..."
Chester: "You tell the same story every day. Well, every day we walk. I was worried we wouldn't get a walk this morning. Sometimes they sleep in and we have to suffer. It gets way too hot for me after 10:00, you know. I prefer the nice cool morning, when there's lotsa breeze. I sniff out more good smells that way."
Olive: "I saw the rabbits, Emily. I wish Mom would let me chase rabbits."
Emily: "Your legs are too short." With a hmph.
Olive: "I can run! I run after you all the time! Sometimes I even get way ahead of you!"
Emily: "No you don't. You only get in front when Dad lags behind. Sometimes he has to take those pricker things out of my paws. Or, you get ahead when I'm busy with the rabbits. You can't outrun me, Olive. Jeesh!"
Chester: "Both of you hurry too much. You should slow down. Take it easy. Smell the grasses and all the poop. I meet more dogs than you do, cause I smell ALL the poop."
"Who cares!" Emily turned away from the window. "Sometimes I smell those dogs as they're crossing the street three cars down. You are always too busy with your nose to the ground."
"We like sniffing stuff," Olive says. "That one dog around the corner eats funny food. His poop always smells like... fish. I like our food. And, we don't leave our poop all over the place. We poop in the field, like we supposed to."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I just wish the day wasn't so long..." Emily sighed. "Is it dinner time yet?"