The four dogs spend their days outside, hanging around the property, sleeping in the sun. They occasionally rouse themselves to bark at passing cyclists, but for the most part it's pretty chill. Until I go outside. And then? NON-STOP FUN AND EXCITEMENT.
I don't know why they get so excited when I step outside the door, since 99% of the time all I'm doing is dumping the compost or getting more firewood. And yet, they react as if I'm going to shower them with treats or take them on a walk or something equally thrilling. Then, when all I do is stand there and give them a pat on the head or two, they manufacture their own excitement. Meaning they all press against my legs and start whirling and biting each other's ears and feet. Playing.
I'm flattered they want to include me in their little games, except I end up with the weight of four squirming dogs pressing against my knees, which is not as much fun for me as it is for them. The only way to avoid it is to keep moving--you stop and you're sunk.
Oh well, it's nice to be loved, even if only by four crazed dogs.