“She can’t come out and play until she’s finished her building”

Rico wants to play. He eyes me from across the street; drops his ball; looks at me; looks at his ball; looks at me again….stares.  Browning wants to play too. I hear a faint whine behind the neighbor’s fence and as I walk past, the thump, thump, thump of his tail (aka happiness indicator) After mudding and sanding drywall for–in my opinion– far too long, it’s tempting. But Rico, I’m sorry. My arms might fall off from all the sanding. You too Browning.  Next break, how about a belly rub? I think I can manage that until the sanding and mudding calls me back again.