On a beautiful spring day, I could not stand being locked inside with my professorial duties.
As I sit with my bundle of student research papers, one dog is actively looking at the comings and goings of the occasional passer-by, ship on the river, and the scurrying wildlife.
Meanwhile the other dog has not a care in the world.
It is nice being retired.
I am not sure the term "It's a dog's life" is all that accurate.