Someone has a case of the Mondays

Most mornings Bauer greets me at the bottom of the stairs with a happy little growl and a few passes through my legs ending with a big yoga downward dog stretch. Then he skips over to his ball and wants to play. But today, none of that was happening. His ball is sitting right there. How can he, the retriever, resist it?I guess someone has a big 'weekend hangover'.Look how his lips even ripple and flare out a little. Exhausted. Speaking with his eyes, he says "You go rise and shine somewhere else. Please."