I like being outside. When the sliding doors open, I’m set free to run about my yard, frolick wherever I please and explore the land. I smell each delicate flower, dig holes with my fluffy feet, kick the gravel around a bit…let me tell you, it’s bliss. But there’s one thing that always disrupts my joyous time outdoors.
You see, my neighbors have one of those. He sits on their porch and what does he do? He looks at me. LOOKS AT ME!!!!!! I can’t handle it. I bark–no–I ROAR at him to TURN AROUND and look the other way. But does he do it? Does he respect me? NOPE. So what do I do? I run around. I panic. I find Lily to enlist her help. She barks with me as fiercely as she can, but Lily isn’t fierce. Really, neither of us are fierce. But we can’t let the cat know that. No matter what we do, that cat stays strong and holds his steady gaze.
Eventually we get so tired that we have to come in and take a nap. We’ll venture out again tomorrow.
(PS: My mom says to tell you that the wallpaper behind the graphic is originally from Anthropologie…but we made it black and white because I don’t like pink)