I work with dogs all day, every day. And then come home to my own three. There are some days, like today, where I'd like to come home and take a long walk with my own - but have spent every available ounce of energy in dealing with other peoples dogs. Yay for guilt.
Fortunately on my days off I can catch up with my own. Leash up Ryder and go walk 4+ miles. Take Cheyenne out and brush what seems like 300lbs of hair off of her.
I love my job. Ok, I'd love it more if it paid better... and if it left me less exhausted. Guess that's why it's called work, afterall.
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