"Well, it must be Friday. I've already been up and working for three and a half hours, and David is still crashed out. Seriously, I opened the gate and gave him his choice of yards to start our first Play Round in, and he turned around and went back to his ottoman for the first of a couple more naps."-Editor/Mom
What? I'm tired. It's been a long week.
"Are you seriously complaining right now? The extra naps, the exaggerated yawns, the long stretches. Really? I don't think your life is that difficult."-Editor/Mom
You're kidding, right? I work hard around here. And it's important to stretch before working out.
"Work and Working out? Is that what you call what you do around here?"-Editor/Mom
Ummmm, yeah. Doesn't this look like working out to you?
And then there's the fetching, the frisbee, the photo shoots...
The wrestling, the tug-o-wars, the puppies... It's exhausting...
"Wow, and here I was, thinking you were just running around having fun all week."-Editor/Mom
It 'is' fun. I wasn't complaining. I was just saying I'm pretty busy all week, and by Friday, I'm beat. You'd take a nap if you could, too...