...I would be facing animal neglect charges from the SPCA.
I'm usually able to make a quick trip home from work at lunch time to let the dogs out and give Buck and Rupert some hay, as well as to dig through the fridge to find some lunch of my own. Today, I was the guest of honour at an unexpected work-related luncheon, and got to have a very nice meal. And when that was over, so was my break and any chance to coddle the creatures.
I left home very early this morning to do a home visit, knowing I'd be swamped all day at work, and made it back to the office exactly at quitting time, but with half an hour of paperwork and data entry still to do.
I arrived home late and in darkness, to be greeted by the hysterical braying of a donkey who firmly believed he was being deliberately starved to death (I actually gave him plenty of extra hay this morning in case I didn't get home during the day...and given Rupert's rotundness, it would take many months for him to wither away to nothing). The dogs were all doing the "pee-pee dance", but luckily had all managed to control their bladders till I could let them out.
Every one is fed and watered, Rupert is finally placated, and I'm settled in for the evening. It was a long day at work.