My dogs are very busy.
Gryffon must watch out the window to keep me safe from passersby.
Like dangerous nine-year-old boys riding bikes, or sinister middle-aged women walking Golden Retrievers. He will bark furiously to warn me of the danger.
Gracie needs to investigate what’s going on. Sometimes that means barking at whatever Gryffon’s barking at. Sometimes it means chewing on pieces of wood. Sometimes it means sniffing the trash.
Sometimes it means sticking her nose at my camera.
All this work makes the dogs very sleepy.
Gryffon likes his bed — when he can get it. Gracie is rather a brat and often tries to bully him off of it.
But Gracie also likes her crate.
And in the winter, she especially likes the spot on the rug by the fire.
Because being a dog is very, very hard work.