Monday: My master keeps me inside a fence. He’s so limiting. There are lots of other dogs I’d love to meet, there’s a whole world I could conquer by myself. I’m sure there’s better food out there. I’ve smelled the deliciousness of the garbage from our neighbors yard. There’s SO MUCH TO SMELL OUR THERE!! But I hate this fence. Maybe if I bark all night and chew up his lawn chairs, he’ll let me out. Or I could tunnel my way under the fence.
Tuesday: Wow! I could tell that the strategy worked. He was so angry that he finally let me have it my way. Hello World here I go!
Wednesday: What an awful day. I finally got into some of that garbage and some dude shot me with a pellet gun! I met a german shepherd who evidently doesn’t like Chihuahuas! I almost died! Then some guy in a uniform picked me up and now I’m in this cage by myself, in a room with about 15 other dogs! I can’t sleep, the service is awful. I think I need a second chance.
