I let the dog out, or I let him in, and we talk some. I let him know I like him, and he lets me know he likes me.Kurt Vonnegut, brainyquote.com
In the evening, if I have not taken the dogs out for some exercise, I am shamed into going to get their leashes, dog poo bags, and coat.
In the first wave of “gentle persuasion”, both Dexter and Comet converge on my wife who is trying to read, take an online course, or write a blog post. I am compelled to call them over to me. They pester me until I push them off after several minutes. They will return to my spouse, and when I call them back – my will has already been weakened. Comet first flips my hand away from whatever I was doing – often I am at the computer – and then he and Dexter crowd around me. After a lot of expectant looks, poking with their noses and pacing at my feet, I give in. “Walkie?” Uh-huh.
I am beginning to suspect that Vonnegut himself did not get much writing in until his dog got what he wanted first.