What do dogs think about all day when we're gone? If I think about it too hard, I start to get sad. I hope they're not lonely, and I hope they have beautiful, pleasant dreams about piles of meaty bones and endless fields in which to frolic. I hope they're not just tossing and turning with anxiety, wondering when we're going to get back home to give them scratches and endless love.
I wonder if they have complex inner worlds like we do, full of turmoil and love and hopes and dreams. I kinda doubt it, but that's not a bad thing. I feel like things are probably pretty simple in there, mainly wondering when their next meal is going to be and how much they want to go for a walk. That sounds like a pretty nice, streamlined life. Only worry about the stuff that matters. We could learn a lot from them.