Home Alone

Everybody just seems so busy lately. Nobody is ever home, it really makes me sad. Whenever they leave, they put me in here to sit and do nothing. I am always so bored in my box. I look through the metal wishing I could be out there to wander around the house. Even if it was just to go get something to drink because there are times when I just really need a drink, but it is just out of reach, outside of my box, while I am stuck on the inside. These are how the days go when I am home alone. I sit there staring at the lock hoping it could just somehow, maybe even magically unlock so that I would be free to roam the house. Why am I not to free to roam the house? I'm not actually sure. Maybe it was the mail I ate a few days ago, or perhaps the fact that whenever there is food on the counter, it somehow happens to land on the floor in a place where I can conveniently eat it (no idea how that happens...). Speaking of food, I think I smell some now, and I'm hungry (but then again, when am I not hungry), so that is all for now.

Woof! Woof!
Rex