Will dance for food

I've decided I want my dog's life. I want to lay around in the sunny spot or curl up on a pillow on the couch all day... I could chase a squirrel and dance for food a couple times a day for exercise, sit around looking adorable while people pick me up and cuddle me on their lap. Oh what a life...no worries about paying bills, going on a diet, or fighting with the cable company. I'm pretty sure dogs have no stress other than worrying if someone will come home in time so they can go outside to lift their leg...and on that note-

I got to sleep in late this morning...I woke up to the smell of coffee brewing, called my mom, did some dishes, and took care of some business for the hockey team. Before I knew it, we had to leave to go to the hockey game. (We lost 5-1) When we got home, I threw some steaks on the grill and got in my jammies. Hmmm. My life sounds a lot like my dog's life already.