A Rut in the Road

I am a creature of habit. I embrace that part of me (generally). However, my routine is now being managed by my yellow lab. I don't spend enough time in front of a computer at work, so I try to spend some time honing my bubbletown skills (and currently my word play skills) in the evenings when my spouse is at work. This new practice has outraged my dog. He assures me that he needs me to return to my previous routine of playing with him outside and letting him curl up at my side while I veg out in front of Scooby Doo. Sigh. I realize he is a dog, and that I should not give in to his demands. I am being a very bad dog parent. However, as a concerned dog owner, I realize that spending quality time with him is vital to his sense of being in the pack. I just don't want him to think I am doing it cuz he said so.
As neither the vegging in front of the TV nor the busting of bubbles qualifies as exercise and in light of tight skirt today, I am committed to spending quality time with my dog while exercising. It is far too hot to go for a walk because I live in a swamp... a hot and humid swamp.He can watch me ride the stationery bike while he fetches the ball and he can continue to mess up my sit-ups with attempts to sit on my lap. I think this will work out well.