I should take the dogs out for a walk. But, likely, full of swill & hopped up on beer, it is unlikely.
The dogs already lie even whence they are awake.
“Did you dig this hole?”
“Who chewed up my nice comfy chair?”
Yep. Those innocent guilt-stricken eyes tell me all I need to know.
I grab the leashes and rustle them up with a a quick, “Wanna go for a walk?”
Are they really gonna say, “No?”
And away we go.
Diaries of Loser 