They boys actually gave me until 6:24 this a.m. before we walked, at which point I could no longer resist what I call the Tibetan Stare of Death. It is a practice I believe Oliver inherited from his ancestors (his breed originated in Tibet) who learned the Stare from the monks there, and passed it down to future generations. I have never seen a dog who is able to stare so intently, for so long, without blinking. He can literally make me squirm. When I block him with a book or something, he moves to a place where he can see my eyes again. So we walked!
I did NOT do the laundry or the dishes yesterday, so I AM going to go take care of them now. (But you see how I came to the computer first?) Okay, Ferdinand, time to do some work.