You've walked the dog for an hour in some new fun place.
You've fed the dog.
You've taken her out for a little bit of post dinner exercise, she takes the ball and buries it somewhere - that's new. She does her S&P. She comes back in. You think ok I can have some computer time now, she's supposed to be sleeping. But no. She follows you round barking like you're supposed to be her personal slave for fun and food.
Sorry hound but there is a limit to how many cardboard rolls you can eat in a day without icky consequences. And there is a limit to how much I'm going to play.
So she's finally given up, and is pretending to sleep on her bed behind me as I type...