Dogs have perfected not just the science of rest, but the art of rest. Observe how completely relaxed, if not abjectly lazy, Sadie appears in this picture on the patio last fall.
What’s more amazing is how they shift from fully active to fully shut down. For example, we play with her and Marley right before dark in the winter months. They dash and dart about like fiends playing tug of war and chasing tennis balls. As soon as they come in, though, they slink off into the bedroom, crawl into their kennels, and conk out until the 10:00 news. Marley even snores! They awake long enough to go out and do their business before the masters go to bed and they then kennel up for another 7 or 8 hours of shut-eye till the next morning.
If I could relax like those creatures do, I think I’d live to be 120.
Maybe the key to their lifestyle is simplicity: They seem to exist for 3 purposes—-to eat, to make puppy poop and weesey-weese, and to sleep.
(Before neutering, there was a 4th purpose, of course, but they could care less about that now).