Bored Big Dog

I played DDR for an hour last night (and am improving in leaps and bounds, if I do say so myself, which leads me to look for any opportunity to showcase my new moves, including in non-DDR situations). As is customary, Chester always looks for something else to do. Last night he opted to watch the news upstairs, and Jack was apparently torn as to who he wanted to bug. When I finished and went to talk to Chester up the stairs, I was met with Jack looking forlornly down the stairs, his ball waiting next to him.