We had a brief period between one dog dying and getting the next dog.  Some food got dropped on the floor and my husband and I just stood there looking at the food and looking at each other wondering what to do.  We finally figured out we were going to have to bend over and pick up the food.  We were not used to that. 

 Heh, I totally get it.  I can just picture two people standing there, slightly confused about the next step.  "We used to have a guy for this, didn't we?"