I usually don’t tell my own stories, but this time. I just have to tell you about this cool thing I did.
Mom and Dad and the boys were chillin’ in the living room. They were watching something . They weren’t watching me. I had been asleep on my doggie bed, and then, I smelled something, something INTERESTING! So I hopped up and trotted to the back bedroom. Mom and Dad usually keep the big windows in that room open. I really like that. I can smell everything in the backyard. Well, the interesting smell was coming through the window. It was telling me to come closer. I got as close to the screen as I could. I pressed my nose against it and and guess what?
The screen popped open!
I squeezed out the gap! There it was. I was surrounded by the interesting smell — FREEDOM!
I was out in the back yard all by myself. Free to crawl under the bushes, roll in the grass and investigate that really funny smelling place behind the gazebo. I’m not supposed to go back there. Mom thinks that there’s some sort of old animal den back there. I wonder what kind of animal. Another dog? I don’t think it’s there anymore. It smells old. Yippee! Mom and Dad and the boys never leave me out here by myself. They think I’ll eat things I shouldn’t eat or poop somewhere they don’t want me to poop. But, I was a good boy! I like being a good boy. I get tons of tummy rubs, and I LOVE tummy rubs. Sometimes I just lay down in front of Mom, Dad or the boys. They always give me a good tummy rub when I do that. They say I’m cute!
I had a good time by myself for a while, but then I wished the boys were outside with me. They like to play ball with me. I like to chase Michael. He’s fast, but not as fast as ME!!!
Gregory saw me through the window and yelled for mom. He called me and I came. You see, I am a good boy! Also, it wasn’t as interesting out there without them. It was kind of lonely. I tried to get in the same way I got out, but the gap didn’t want to let me in the right way. Gregory and Michael and Daddy were at the door. They let me in. Dad called me a “Dickens.” He calls me that a lot. He also calls me “honey dog.” I heard Dad tell the boys that I’m really smart, so that’s why it’s important that they keep the back yard gate latched. Mom washed me with grooming wipes. I got a little dirty.
Anyway, the window is closed every time I go back in the bedroom now. I don’t mind. I miss the smell of outdoors, but it’s warmer in that room now.
Smell you later!