I’m a really easy-going dog.
I’ve learned that the family may put me outside when they leave, but they will come back. I no longer sit and watch the doorknob to see if they’re coming back. They always do.
But I have my limits.
They bought me these bones. They call them a “treat.”
For the first several, they were a treat.
But one day, I realized that they were mine.
No one was allowed near it.
I took it outside and tried to bury it under some leaves. The kids found it and brought it back to me.
I kept trying to hide it. They kept finding it again.
So I left it on the living room floor, and if anyone came between me and it, I would growl at them.
I won’t eat it. They can’t figure me out, and I’m not sure I want them to!