Take Sunday, for example. The family put me (and my food, water, and bed) outside on the back porch. I can get out to the yard if I want, or stay under the roof of the porch if it rains. It’s a pretty sweet deal.
Except for the fact that it’s where I lived while they were off on a Grand Adventure.
They told me all about it when they came home. They acted apologetic for leaving me for so long (6 whole hours!) but I don’t know if I believe them.
The plan was to go to the library and then to buy shoes for Sunshine and a dressy suit for Boy, for their dance recital coming up.
How could *that* take 6 hours?
They said something about “no stores having the right shoes” and “waiting for AAA to get the keys out of the locked car,” but do you know what I think? I think they went to a dog park and watched the other dogs.
I played it cool when they came home. I greeted them like I still loved them.
But I was hurt. I know they’re not telling me everything.
