No, a WALK. Not a tummy rub.
How much grass can you possibly eat, especially when you don't throw it up afterwards?
Maybe not. Just some crows flying off.
But hey, what the.......
Back home, we have the obligatory look around in The Dog Forest, or the only bit of the complex's garden that Milly is allowed in. The photo doesn't show it clearly, but the old stone wall is on a rise and makes Milly around eight foot tall as she gets a squizz at what the neighbours are up to. It must look funny to see her haughty orange face from their side.
Back home it's a cup of coffee for me and instant, snoozy contentment for her.
Best dog ever.