Why my persons refuse to let me into the dining room when ever I want, I have no idea. They shut me in the laundry and even though I can see what they are doing it’s just not the same. I do the next best thing to get them to change their minds. Whine. And I’m getting really good at it too.
I can whine for 20- 30 minutes. Drives them crazy, but there is method in my madness. I do little howls, whines, cries and snuffles. I make them feel terrible. Eventually if I just keep going, she, the soft one, lets me out.
And I’m get so happy. So excited. So overjoyed. So grateful to be allowed out… I do a wee.
Before I even see who has lifted me three feet off the ground I am back in the laundry.
Life is so hard.
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