I don’t work myself. Unless you consider going out to the yard and actively ignoring rabbits and squirrels work.
I do, however, go to my person’s work. Actually being there is work for me.
When I get there, I have to go upstairs to find my toy, then down stairs to show it around. Then it’s back upstairs for a good pet and look out the window. Then is back downstairs to be sure no one has come in who hasn’t seen my toy yet. (It’s a great toy). I also have to get them to pet me. It’s for their own good. Lunch isn’t even a break since I have to work my Jedi mind trick on them. No rest for the wicked, you know. Often, I have to lay in the middle of the room and grumble until someone notices.
Its exhausting! There must be a better way to spend our time. By the time we get back in the car, I have to sleep the whole way home with a few glances out the window so I can sleep even better in my bed at home.
It ain’t easy being Dog.