[ WP ] Whilst exploring a long forgotten cave with your trusty dog , you stumble upon a magic lamp . Your excitement causes a fall , and you hit your head . Upon waking , you see your dog licking the lamp , and the genie inside senses his strongest desires .

I have been walking at least eight hours a day for *three days*. 
 
 Sore does n't even begin to describe it. My blisters have blisters. I do n't want to get graphic, but let's just say I'm pretty sure it's not just sweat soaking my socks. 
 
 I love my dog, I remind myself as she sniffs the bush... again. I take the opportunity to shift back and forth, foot to foot. 
 
 If she had understood what she was doing, I tell myself through gritted teeth as we set off again, she would never have done it. 
 
 Is that true? She charges off after a squirrel. I, of course, charge too. Lunging, Lulu nearly teleports across the lawn. I am jerked off my feet as she sinks her teeth into the squirrel's furry body. She'd never caught a squirrel before... until three days ago. Now she catches every squirrel, and yet she never seems to tire of them. 
 
 Chewing absently, she drags me towards the park. We're almost at the soccer field. I know what comes next. The squirrel morphs and changes into a tennis ball. Her favorite. Of course. 
 
 Hey, at least I get to stand still. I throw the ball as far as I can, then collapse on the ground as she gleefully chases it. 
 
 If the pattern holds, we'll get to go home in about three hours. Then it's belly rub time for about an hour, followed by a hamburger and buttered toast. We have a freezer full of nothing but hamburger, a pantry full of toast. Not bread. Hot, buttered toast. The house smells amazing. 
 
 Lulu returns and drops the ball in my lap, expectantly. I throw the ball and she yelps with joy as she runs to retrieve it. 
 
 I guess it is n't all bad. Unlimited food -- even if it's a bit repetitive -- and I'm getting into the best shape of my life. I do n't seem to have a job anymore. That's OK. I guess I was n't exactly dying to get back into the office. 
 
 Still, as I throw the ball for my overjoyed dog yet again, I ca n't help but wonder what life might have looked like if *I* had been the one to find the magic lamp in the cave...
