I originally planned on dropping off the pooch once a week (let him run around, pee indoors without shame, get in bikini shape). The pooch enjoyed himself so much that now, like clockwork, he lays low until he hears me put on my shoes in the morning and sprints down two flights of stairs and refuses to let me go to work/plays the massive guilt card until I take him to camp. He's happy and we enjoy having a tuckered out pooch come evening. Worth the extra time added to morning and evening commute.