life with quadrupeds

I finish my workout. Immediately,
I am swarmed by supple and insistent feline coils
demanding dinner.
Clearly it is time to vacuum the kitchen.

Oh wow, that was a great idea. This place looks
like I groomed for a couple of dog shows in it
since the last time I cleaned anything.

Ok, now I am happy to be in my house again,
but haven't eaten since that workout,
which happened after a day of showing and driving.
Let me correct for that.

Dinner accomplished, I move towards the pan I cooked meat in.
Three dogs fly into the kitchen, full of high excitement.
I let them out. They look confused.
Then I join them in the yard and water it,
drenching the garden thoroughly.

Pretty hound will get her pan, though. She did so well at the dog show.