My person doesn’t know it, but the screen door going out to the garage doesn’t latch tight. And I’m not going to tell her.
Usually this doesn’t do me any good because the regular door is closed. But this time she left that door open and she went outside.
Now’s my chance. My food is kept in the garage. I’m going for it!
I pushed the door open and started munching on the nuggets that had been spilled, when I heard voices. It was my person and my neighbor – right on the other side of the garage door.
I went over to check out what was going on. They were probably talking about me – thinking I couldn’t hear them.
What!? Not a single mention of me.
And then I realized I was stuck in here – in the dark. And if I said something my person would know and I would get in trouble. And I was getting really full of message juice.
I guess this door needs one of my messages anyway. It’s not like I’m inside the house – and besides, my person will never know. She can hardly smell anything.
I don’t have any idea how that water got there, person.
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