Fallen Angels, 6, Dog Walking

Jane and Dick are jobless, still, and renting in a neighborhood whose better days are behind it.

Career opportunities are all but certain to come their way but until then it’s strictly by-the-bootstraps.

Jane suggested they take up dog walking – zero capital requirements, minimal wardrobe demands, exercise and fresh air. They’d work for cash and still get unemployment.

Their old neighbors in Georgetown shelled out as much as $25 an hour.

“Except for one problem,” Dick said, “our new neighborhood’s full of people who cut their own hair, scrub their own bathrooms and walk their own dogs.

“Maybe it’s time,” he said, “that we explore the pings we’ve been getting from those unregistered domains in Eastern Europe”

”No fucking way, Dicky.” Jane replied. “We agreed to walk away from all that when we left the White House.”