I know I'm a working breed and all, but the chores around here keep piling up.
|GET OFF MY LAWN!|
|Yep, that's a storm|
|That banana looks dangerous, better give me some to test|
Explaining tv shows to Toast (and eating waffles)
|This is the part where it eats her brains|
Fashion consultant for Bleeder
|You look absolutely ridiculous|
Tech support assistant
|Look, I said control shift delete now let's go play|
Now... now I'm supposed to let myself in and out with my new dog door.
At first they gave me treats for going out and then coming back in, which I felt was only fair, since I'm now doing all of the work. Lazy humans. Can't even be bothered to get up and let me out any more, I have to do it.
Then the treats just stopped. No incentive to go in, or go out.
|What? No cheese for coming in?|
There are a lot of advantages to being free to come and go as I please. When it's roasting hot outside and they want me to play, but I don't want to play, I just run inside. Let them stand out there and sweat and get eaten by mosquitos.
They seem happy that I no longer need to fling my entire body on the glass door to signal my desire to come inside... or go outside. I still alert them that I'm about to go outside by zooming through the house and then jumping on the coat door. I've done that since I was a puppy because my leash hung there, and I would leap up and grab it to go out. I like to continue traditions (like clawing Bleeder, it's a two bandaid week here).
I can also bring in all manner of tasty chewable things. I particularly like fallen branches with leaves, and my all time favorite: rotted branches, which I then break up and litter the living room floor with the debris. Then the vacuum comes out and it's zoomy time. I have not (yet) brought in anything still alive, but it's just a matter of time. There is a toad in the yard that I'm looking for, and it would be cool to drag in one of the Nope Ropes.
I did bring in one of my favorite yard balls. It's a full yard ball, soon to be half ball, quarter ball, no ball.
When the weather is cooler in the evening, I take it back outside and once again... yet another chore, I have to heave it down the deck stairs myself and chase after it.
As far as I can tell, the only reason I need the humans is to feed me... oh wait, I have an automated feeder, so my only requirement is an automated canned food opener and I could fire my staff and be just fine and dandy.
Ok, fine, they do other things, but seriously, not a lot.