You feel so badly for them, don’t you? It’s like when you fake throwing your dog’s tennis ball high in the air, but you actually stuck it in your closet because you are tired of him obsessing over it.
He spends hours looking at the sky for his ball to fall, agonizing, pining, panting, obsessing. But you sit back with your coffee and paper in your favorite chair, because you know your dog is no match for you. Ahhhhhh. Now you can get some things done without Scruffy distractions.