Work dulls your senses

My strong advice to anybody who works is to stop. Give it up.
I'd forgotten what hard work entails, the ravages to your body but more importantly the ravages to your mind.
There I was ambling along without a care in the world and this work business reared its ugly head.
We get up at 06.15 which is the first shock to the system and leave the house at 07.20 which is the second shock and the morning progresses from there.
It does get a bit better however. Our first job is to let all the pooches out for their first stretch of the day and some, most of them, are so pleased to see you and make a big fuss (more than I get from Jan).
The second job is to feed them all, each with his own particular diet, in fact it's amazing how many different variations of food there are.
Almost no two dogs are the same but they all seem healthy and happy nonetheless. After a quick cup of tea, all the dogs are then continually exercised for the rest of the morning with other pooches arriving and some leaving.
It's a full on job with no time for rest or play other than to play with the dogs in the field which isn't really rest either.
We get home a lunchtime shattered and brain dead (even more than usual I presume - Ed). Thank goodness it's only occasional work.