Tonight I went out front with Daddy to take out the trash. I went next door to leave some pee-mail. Then I went out to the tree by the street to see if any other pups had passed by. I heard Daddy open the door so I turned around to follow him back inside. I was right on his heels when the door shut in my face. At first I thought Daddy was playing a trick on me. But after a few minutes of standing there, I went exploring...for who knows how long. Mommy and Daddy thought I was napping underneath the futon. I could smell that Mommy was just about finished cooking dinner. I scratched and scratched the door. I let out a few cries. Then some more cries. But no one was listening. Finally, I let out my angry bark to get their attention. I could hear Mommy running to the door and hurrying to open it. She greeted me with a hug and an apology but I knew it was Daddy's fault. How could he? In his defense, he had NO idea that I had followed him outside. But doesn't he know that I go out with him EVERY time he takes out the trash? It's my job to protect him!
