I love, I entertain, I endure. What more could anyone want from me? But whatever I give, it’s never enough. Because if my family appreciated all that I do for them, what occurred today never would have come to pass.
I admit I should have known something was coming, because Poppy was up early moving his and Betty’s toys outside. Then he disappeared, possibly forever.
A little later, Betty went outside without me, and spent the entire day sitting with the toys and talking to people, right where I could see her from the window. This went on, well, forever. Sometimes, to make matters worse, she would pet another dog. Did they not hear me barking at the dog to keep moving? Did she not see me in the window, my eyes pleading for mercy? No, Betty was too busy sharing her toys with all of these people and other dogs.
After eons of this torture, Poppy returned and one of them finally came inside, albeit briefly, to open the back door. Freedom! Or so I thought, but they all still remained in the other part of outside, laughing and talking and playing with whatever toys they still had.