I just got back to the office from taking Clarence out for a little walk at lunchtime. It's a beautiful day here and he's been so good walking on the leash lately, I felt horrible putting him back in his crate and going back to sit inside for the rest of the afternoon (I felt bad for both of us!). He looked at me like, "Wait a sec. You just got here, like 2 seconds ago. Why do I have to go back in there?" When he saw the doggie cookie I had in my hand though, he bolted in the crate. Can't wait to get home and take him to the park! Could this day be any slower...?!