I felt so bad for Sawyer last night. I had school and couldn't get out of the office a little early like I usually do, so I was on a tight schedule to get home, let the dogs out and get back out the door. I fed the dogs because I never know what time I will get home and I feel bad if it is late and they haven't eaten. Then I decided to eat two pieces of cold pizza, just in case class ran late (which it did, glad I ate the pizza). I was standing at the sink, eating the pizza; all the dogs, except Sawyer, were eating. He was standing in the laundry room by the door into the garage. I asked him what he was doing, and he just looked at me and wagged his tail. The scene continued for a minute or two and then he began to whine. He has a soft whine, but it is a very sad little whine. Then I realized what he wanted...he wanted to go for a walk. He had been looking up at the dryer the whole time he was standing there - his harness and the lead was on top of the dryer. Then I felt so bad because I knew there would be no walk for him. I felt like a real bad doggie-mama when I put them in the kitchen when I left a few minutes later. Poor Sawyer, he is such a sweet-hearted dog and he just wanted a walk.