I was home alone today...and my furry daughter, Daisy, was obviously lonely. On my hearth is a small wooden vintage baby cradle that serves as a storage bin for my Daisy's play toys. Today, she pulled most all of them out and sat there staring at them. Had she been capable of communicating with me, I feel certain she was saying....
"hey, your sitting there...I'm sitting here....I'm surrounded by all these awesome toys...shouldn't we play a little? I need exercise, you need exercise....why not do it together?"
Yep, she was most bored.