Every morning my dogs wake with the enthusiasm I would have if I ever received a Hogwarts acceptance letter. They fly about, spinning rugs everywhere with their happy dance of life or maybe just their need to pee. They go out to bark and sniff and pee, and I start my workout. Then they return to help me, licking my face while I do crunches seems to be the most popular form of aid. Then I move from weights to cardio and their joy crumples
I get the “Really mom? You’re gonna do that instead of walk us” look. By the way their walk does come next in the morning routine.
They aren’t very good at waiting their turn without pouting.