I guess I'm a pretty lucky dog. I have a warm house, a roof over my head, kibble in my bowl and a nice back yard to run around in. There are squirrels to bark at and birds to chase. My humans pay attention to me on command. I just bark and they come running. My male human has been around during the day a lot more. He claims he's "working" from home. All I know is he hogs space on my computer.
Sometimes my humans leave me by myself. They used to put me in a tiny box, but I didn't like that. Now they leave me in a room with tile floor and this funny roll of soft paper hanging down. I like to bat at that roll until all the paper unwinds and I can lay on the big pile of white softness.
Other times they'll leave me alone after they come home from that place they call "work." How dare they leave me again after they've been gone all day! To teach them a lesson, I poop. Unfortunately I never know when they're going to do this, so sometimes I don't have very much poop to express my disapproval. These are the angriest of poops because it takes a lot of effort to get that little tiny thing out.
My humans know I'm angry, because the poop is so small they know I could have held it. A big pile of crap they figure is their fault. A little speck...they know I'm angry!
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