Through the eyes of a dog!!

Ahh, the sweet smell of the bacon!! I could smell it here in my dog house!! My, it smelled good.
I charged at the small door my grown fellows made for me. Which I find it very useful. It allows me to get in and out of the house. I don't know if they know this, but it's pretty genius I think. I ran after the smell as fast as my small legs would take me as my mouth dripped with juicy slobber. Oh, it's beautiful. A big puddle of chocolate water. I rolled in it and jumped around in it, but then I couldn't get the bacon out of my nose. I ran back up to the door. I jumped in ready to eat!! "No, bad dog." I heard. "Bath time for you, little missy." I didn't understand it. I just put my head down as I was carried into this place with lots of things. My personal favorite. The water bowl!! I climb this small thing I see Britni standing on when she's playing with her hair. Britni is my bestfriend. That's what she tells me. She says later in the day she's taking me to the park. I have lots of other friends there, too. I'm not liking this thing called a bath too much. The water tickles my nose and I have to blow it out. I love the belly rub. It's my favorite. Boy, does it tickle!! I wait to shake it off. I can't take this torture. I like to run around in the free air. Oh boy, oh boy , oh boy. It's time. The park. I run to the door waiting to be put in my suitcase. This is my best part of everyday, well, the days I get to go. We arrive. The trip was a little bumpy. I had to tinkle bad. I held it in. Oh yes, the clean fresh air. I spot a tree. A beautiful tree I mark my belonging and I run around. I play with my bestfriend and my friends happy as could be. I run after them and they run after me. Our bestfriends chase and when they catch us they laugh and rub our bellies. We feel like Kings and Queens. It's a great feeling. I'm getting kind of hot. I'm very thirsty but my friend doesn't let me out to the lake where I can enjoy the water. I sit sad and scared. Sad because I can't drink it and scared to run off. I run off anyways. I drink up the water as fast as I can, but she's already coming. I get as low to the ground as I can as she yells at me. I feel bad and unloved. I don't know why I had to run off. Now, I don't think she likes me very much. I just lay my head on her as she carries me back telling me I did a bad thing. It makes me feel better that she carries me but I still hurt from being yelled at. We arrive home and she tells me she loves me and calls me her baby. I feel so much better. I look at her and notice her mouth beginning to widen. I know now it's time to go to sleep. After a days running around I sure am tired. I cuddle up against her warm tummy and slowly my eyes begin to droop. THE END