Since I live so close to work, I will go home for lunch from time to time. The only thing is I think it confuses Abi. She has a very set routine during the week, and any variance tends to magnify her already pathetic nature. Case in point:

This is the look she gave me right after I told her she had to go back in her crate so I could go back to work. She eventually got down off the chair and droopily plodded to her crate. You would have thought I was abandoning her for eternity.

She also has the ability to make us feel like crap for enjoying our lives, like the other night when we were playing Guitar Hero II and completely ignoring her:

She is so very neglected.