Every time she leaves the house she makes me go in dog jail.
Sometimes when she just leaves the room I have to go in dog jail.
Well, I’m catching on to her.
I’ve got her all figured out.
Whenever she lets me out and I didn’t ask to go out, and it’s not bedtime, it means dog jail is coming next.
So when she lets me out – I stay out.
There’s no dog jail in the yard.
And she won’t leave me alone in the yard because then I pull more mischief.
I jump the fence and visit the neighbors.
She used to lure me in with treats, but I know better now.
Nope. No dog jail for me.
Just try to catch me.
I let her get close, but then…
I squeeze past the yucca.
She won’t go this way. These yucca plants are pokey.
Hey person, I’ve got the Frisbee.
Come and get it!
Nope. No dog jail for me today.