So the title says it all. I am a small dog, just because I am still a baby but that doesn’t change how big this world is to me. Every morning when my female human rolls out of that giant soft rectangle, she stumbles through the living room to let me out the front door. Once I get out there, I take a seat on the steps and look around to see what’s going on.
Typically, there isn’t much. We live on a dirt field next to a black hard thing where fast colorful things go by. I’m not allowed to go over there without on of the humans but that’s ok because I am afraid of those fast colors.
After I am done sitting and watching the area for intruders, I wonder out into the big dirt patch and examine all the toys I left out the night before. They are the same as I left them, which is to be expected. I pick out which one I would like to sink my fangs into and I throw it around and pounce on it until it can not take anymore. I have such a great time doing that, but it was rather exhausting. I swear I beat up that squeaky red worm for an hour.
I think it is time for me to go lay in my humans giant soft rectangle until they come in and make me go to my little round fluffy spot and sleep before I have to get up and do this all over again.