Brady has been very disgruntled the past two days. The dog he usually plays with is out of town, and my hubby worked yesterday so it was just me, Brady, and the cat. He kept nudging me with his nose and making moaning noises, and I knew he wanted to go for a walk, the only problem was I was so sick. (I think I caught something from a family member that failed to mention they were sick ) So I felt so bad for him, but I could barely get off the couch without feeling dizzy, much less walk around the whole neighborhood in the drizzly cold rain. Poor boy. My hubby did take him for a run a little while ago and he has been much better since then. Before the run he was stealing pants, shirts, socks, undies, papers, whatever he could to get us to chase him, and now he seems a little more subdued lying on the bed looking out the window being the watchful man he always is. He will be glad when his Jenny (the dog he plays with all the time) is home. It is so rainy and windy here right now. Yuck!