A Dog's Point of View

I arrived at work this morning, began fishing through my tote bag for a bottle of water, and found that Macy, the newest edition to our family, had packed my lunch for me. And for me it is only the best, I see, because she provided me with her vanilla flavored tennis ball which is carefully seasoned with mud from the backyard. Luckily, the bottles of water were in a different compartment and therefore weren't covered in dirt, but my notebook, and bag in general, did not fair so well. But it's the thought that counts, right? I figure she was either concerned that I am not eating enough, or perhaps that I'm not having enough fun at work. I'm touched that she cares so much.