There’s something about being responsible for a living thing. Like a dog, or a baby, or a ficus tree. It puts a cap on how much procrastination you can get away with.
So, if you’re hung over on Saturday morning, you can put off walking your dog until Saturday afternoon. And if you’re still hung over on Saturday afternoon, you can put off walking your dog until Saturday night.
But come Saturday night, maybe you’re not hung over any more, just tired and lazy and wanting to watch the game on TV. But your dog is going bats-o, alternating between jumping in the pool, running laps around your dining room and rolling around in the dirt. And you know, if you’re any kind of decent care-taker at all, you’re flat run outta snooze button resets and it’s time to get the leash out.