So is our Boston, at least during the day when I'm on the PC. When the wife gets home and he has all that pent-up energy, Katy bar the door...
I’m not really lazy -— just old. My rescue golden, who came to me 10 years ago full o vim and vigor, has just adapted his lifestyle to ours. I don’t walk this dog; I just let him run. We live on 12 acres, so he has plenty of space to run. He never leaves the property and is never outside when we are not home. He goes to work with us and he just paces himself to our schedule. He can still run like a pupy, if we rile him up, but he just takes life at our pace.
Did I mention that he is the most wonderful and most special dog in the word? ;)