There's this guy on the couch across the room. Pretty sure he's real, and not a figment of my imagination (as I am pregnant with his child...unless that too is a delusion of extreme 'workathomeness'...) The only time we speak is before bed, when he pries me from my laptop. Oh, and to make fun of our schitzo kitty who is always chasing things we can't see...

There are far more productive ways to procrasterbate than turning a football into a friend. You'll probably abandon him anyway. ;-)
(sorry to hear about pooch...RIP little guy...TY for a big belly laugh. Us work from home types DO need a support group lol)