I wished my Lucky was an indoor doggo, but he was not. I wished I had taken my Lucky to walk for an hour or two at the construction site, a patch of grass, a heap of trash, an even larger construction site that has a pile of sand outside, the fantastic $2 brekkie place. And I, quietly constructing a short movie in my mind, of Nadi running around based on your elaboration. I wish, my Lucky was luckier than his life was. I guess, every doggo has their own doggo life. Lucky spent most of his days trying to move the 50lb dumbbell, bark at the postman, the newspaper guy, the delivery guy, whomever walked near the house, the neighbors going in or out. Sometimes he feed the bird with his unfinished rice, other times he has some cat friends visit. The cats will be playing around, and he quietly sits there and watches. We do have an evening poopie walk across the field right opposite of my house. The mission is usually 15 pees and 1 less complete poop session because he likes to do it in the house 🥺 oh and occasionally showboating to Brownie and Chili as those two houses doesn't let their dogs out.