Sometimes I feel sorry for my dogs. Their personal space in our house has been reduced to just a few square feet. They seem like prisoners behind bars. I might not be behind bars, but sometimes I feel like I’m a prisoner. A prisoner to my computer. A prisoner to my phone. A prisoner to the day to day chores. I guess we are all prisoners of sorts. At least dogs only have to worry about eating, messing and pleasing their owners. Not a bad gig.
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