I'll just lay on Yoda Matt until my walker is here.
Several days a week, when I have some large technical or legal documents to review or write, I work from home. My team is all over the place and we're usually just electronically connected most of the time so it works well. Plus it saves me a 30 mile round trip commute that takes an hour each way on a good day, and up to two hours each way on days where there is snow, construction (the state bird of Illinois IS the orange cone) or traffic accidents as it's city streets, with lots of trains, rather than freeway.
My husband takes Abby for a long walk (or a run) before he showers and goes to work and a short walk when he gets home from work while I get the dinner dishes done (with the size of our kitchen, I opted for space during the remodel, not a dishwasher). If I'm working from home she gets to go out into the fenced yard for some play time throughout the day, weather permitting, and if I'm at the office she has a dog walker come by once or twice, depending on the expected commute time home.
Rolling in someone else's yard is more fun than rolling in my own!
I don't usually telework on Friday, but did yesterday. I forgot I had a dog walker set up and just let the appointment be. That way on my lunch break I could do a blog post or get dinner in the crock- pot instead of taking Abby out for a potty break in the fenced yard.
We use a professional service, run by a local man and woman. Abby has one main walker and two for backup in case of emergency or illness. Abby just LOVES her main walker J. She reacts fondly to all of them, and they are so careful and diligent abut giving her a safe walk, but when J's green car pulls into the driveway she goes bonkers.
No, that's a truck, I want the green car shaped like a toaster!
J. is a retired mail carrier, and in addition to loving a brisk walk, she talks to Abby the whole time in this always chippy and cheery voice and Abby just loves that, responding to the voice with great joy.
Monday I was in the office so she had her walker J. then, but the remainder of the week I worked from home. Each day she would look longingly at the back door around lunch time and I would have to say "not today Abby, no J. today" and she'd sigh and go back to her bed.
Since I knew how much she had missed her walker - on Friday morning, I said, "J's coming!" (she knows that means) I repeated it over the course of the morning, and she got more excited and happy, looking out the window from the couch any time she heard a car,, then going back to her favorite spot in the sun on the dining room rug to wait for the sound of a key in the lock.
Then I hear someone opening the back door. Abby's tail is doing warp 10 and she about lifts off the rug like a helicopter!
Ack! It's not J!
Oh uh, apparently J. took the day off to do some community volunteer work. It was one of the backup walkers. a lovely young woman. Abby went promptly out but you could tell she wasn't too cranked about the turn of events, and didn't bark at all like she normally does as they head through the sunroom and out the back door to the yard.
Stone silence today as they made their way down the back steps.
Thirty minutes later, when she got home, E. gave her a treat and left and Abby returned to her favorite spot on the rug - and the sulking began.
You LIED to me, you said J. would be here today!
Maybe she's still coming I'll stare at the back door for a while
She's NOT coming. Let the stink eye begin.
Mom's a meanie! She promised J. and she never came.
Sigh - I'll just sulk here all day and not even get up for a treat.
I haven't seen J. for 87 years, Mom is SOOO mean.
When my husband got home from work, Abby didn't even greet him at the back door with a wagging tail but just lay on the couch where she retreated when her sun spot was gone. He looked at her moping and said
I said, "I told her J. would be here and it was E.!"
He looks at Abby laughing and said, "So Mom LIED to you." (thanks, hon, for supporting my case :-)
Finally, after some Dad pets, dog food, a walk with Dad and a treat, afterwards she perked up, but I have to say, NO ONE can sulk like a Labrador Retriever.