Me: Get out.
Me: I know the last time you went to the bathroom. You’re due. Go.
Dogs: We’re good. Ask us again around midnight. Maybe one or two in the morning. It’ll be cool then.
Dogs: This linoleum? This linoleum I’m lying on? It is awesome.
Me: That was quick.
Dogs: Cool, blessed linoleum…
Me: You sure you don’t want to go for a walk?
Dogs: May you and your ancestors burn in a fiery hell to the nth generation, or have to go get groceries.
So with the dogs slipping into heat hibernation, I should be extremely productive today. Sadly, all I want to do is curl up on the linoleum and read…