I'm dog sitting today. Two, what are they called? Yes, beige dogs. The kind that can run at 60pmh for sixteen hours at a time. I'm instructed to let them out for a while upon arrival. They run outside and then round and round a rather muddy circuit for fifteen minutes, leap into the pond, then carry on. I leave them to it and start work. After a while they enter the house and run around absolutely full of mud, leaping on and over everything, barking away. I message Rob, 'Is your bedroom door supposed to be open?' Apparently it isn't. Ah. They eventually settle down and carry on tearing up mail that I assume they're allowed to. Dogs.