I am sitting on the living room floor, puffing away into an inflatable wading pool. It's slow-going. Feeling a little lightheaded, I stop with a sigh and say to no one in particular, "Man, this is exhausting."
Puppy looks over from across the room and stops what he's doing. He wanders into the kitchen and I can hear him rustling around.
Soon he's walking toward me, basket of strawberries in one hand and a Mike's Hard Lemonade in the other.
So I put him down for a nap and took him up on his offer.