Just tried to explain to my dog why I was leaving for work. I told him it's so I can afford his treats and toys. He looked at me like, "Dude, I just need a stick and your attention, but go ahead and chase those paper rectangles if it makes you feel better." I swear, he's onto something. Maybe tomorrow I'll just join him in the backyard, throwing sticks, and we'll both live off the land... or at least until we get hungry enough for pizza delivery. 🍕🐶