My View

I love to go to Doris and Steven's house. They have a pool. They have a big garden. They have a dog. They have good food.

So when I was told I'd be going there last night, I was thrilled. Swimming. Chase. Eating. Scratches on my belly. What could be more perfect?

Only there were about 50 people there and I was kept on a leash. What torture!
More torturous, Ben was not on a leash and he kept dropping tennis balls into the pool. MY POOL.

And Bailey was there, Ben's cousin. Bailey wasn't on a leash and he kept inviting me to chase him, only I couldn't because it was a party and I wasn't allowed to PARTY with my friends. It might disturb the human party. Who made up these rules!

Ben found tennis ball after tennis ball and bounced them right in front of me.

Even Ben and Bailey didn't understand why I couldn't play. They sat quietly with questioning looks, but still no go...
I was a good boy. I only complained a little. I did what I was told. And at the end of the evening I went home dry and exhausted not by chase or fetch, but by practicing patience.

Sometimes you just have to be a good dog.

Dang it!