Since I work out of an office in my house....there is no *getting home* per se.

What does happen is a short time before quitting time, my dogs come into my office. (They don't stay in there with me during the day...go figure!)

They both stand right by my desk chair and look up at me. I keep typing.

Soon Hannah lets out a bark. I keep typing.

More barks spaced intermittently. *Okay, okay!*

I go to the bathroom and then put on whatever clothing and shoes necessary to go outside...the dogs are racing back and forth.

Outside to pick up poop and play kong. Checking email or PT is not permitted between work and playtime. (says Hannah)