I'm sure my dog would appreciate anything or anybody who had the time to play with him right now. We are still waist-deep in construction (which is much better than neck-deep, as we were a few days ago), and poor Izzy's been cooped up so he won't get underfoot or eat nails. At least by my birthday (Sunday!) we'll have all the extra worker bee bodies and their power tools and buckets and goobs out the door and we can all roam relatively freely through the dusty, mudded wasteland. Maybe then we'll have a rousing game of fetch before blowing out a celebratory candle.