I love my outside environment but inside – not counting the food available there – it’s rather depressing. I’m still missing that long hallway of my old house.
“Hey, Lazy Bones, I found you a job,” Mistress says, her tone of voice all enthusiastic and joyful as she looks down at me.
Of course, I have no idea what a job entails but still I wag my tail because of her enthusiasm and that I’m happy to see her.
She then tells me that she booked an evaluation for me. “Come on let’s go.”
Now? You want me to go now. I’m really not feeling up to it I want to tell her. Can’t she read body language. Besides, I’m still feeling somewhat depressed because of the move.
dog contemplating having a job