So in the English tradition of Boxing Day, this morning I informed our two dogs that their Dad and I would be trading places with them today. Humans would kick back and relax while they did the housework and fed us. Some mumbling about lack of opposable thumbs. Dogs. What can you do? They’re curled up on the couch next to me, sleeping. I guess they need their sleep after all that playing in the rare snowfall we got yesterday.