No no no, person.
You’re doing it all wrong.
You’re pointing your camera the wrong way.
You’re supposed to be pointing it at me.
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What are you doing anyway?
There’s nothing interesting over there.
I’m not sure why, but I have this sudden urge to howl.
A few nights ago I was hanging out in the backyard and I didn’t want to come back inside.
I’ve never escaped at night before, so I convinced my person to let me stay in the yard.
What I didn’t tell her was that the meter person hadn’t latched one of the gates – the one you can’t see unless you walk over to it because it’s hiding behind the shed.
So I was hanging out in the yard and I decided to expand my boundaries, and I left.
It wasn’t really escaping – the gate was open.
And I didn’t go very far. My person got in her car and found me a little ways down the street.
She could have walked to where I was.
But then my person did something really bad.
A couple nights ago she locked me in dog jail and escaped from the house without me.
I could hear her out there.
And here’s what’s really bad.
She was hanging out with my neighbor dog Toby and another neighbor dog that I haven’t met yet.
And a whole bunch of my neighbors.
I don’t know why she didn’t take me.
Do I have to pay forever for one little jaunt down the street?
She could have at least brought some treats back for me.
But all she brought were a bunch of pictures of the moon.
I don’t get it.
What’s such a big deal about the moon?
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