30 seconds of typing

And there, sitting on the chair by the window, pretending to look out at the sun  but in  fact yearning for his attention, was a golden retriever.

Not just any retriever, mind you – this is the small beast that he had declared to the world was The Best Dog There Is, the most loving bit of fur on the face of the planet, looking forlorn and lonely as he poked absentedly at a keyboard and words appeared magically on a glowing screen.

Feed me. Hold me. Love me. Don’t type! she pleaded.

And so he left the screen and complied.