Gatsby and I have a regular routine of playtime. Before I eat dinner, we play tug-of-war with his rope toy. Then, at some point when he feels I’ve had enough quiet time reading or watching a TV show (who am I kidding, I’m playing Candy Crush), he will run around the living room and bark, and I will chase him down for rough-house time. That typically tuckers him out. Which is excellent for me, because then I can have the rest of the evening to myself for more reading or TV (or…Candy Crush).