The Grass Is Always Greener Over There

Today was not a good day so I've posted some happy photos to cheer me up. These photos have nothing to do with this post, but they are pictures that make me grin and I need some cheer. The little birdie was one of many that visited all winter snatching food out of my, and Silvius', food bowls. And check out Havana’s new sleeping spot, in the stinky dirty clothes hamper! I guess cats can’t smell. Or else they like to sleep in stink!

I got it bad, you don't know how bad I got it. Fenced pups got it easy, they don't know when they got it good. It's getting harder just keeping life and Soul together, I'm sick of being chained, even though I know I should. The urge to roam is biting through each and every nerve and fiber, my chained Spirit is bored to the core; don't wanna be chained no more. Too bad, said K, because I've really done it this time. I've had my unleashing privileges revoked. No more Midnight Runs of freedom for me. At least not in the foreseeable future. This morning was the first sunny morning in what seems like forever in dog time, so my Spirit sang in the sunshine and I was in the wandering frame of mind, which happens to be my normal Malamute disposition. Anyway, with Silvius by my side we headed out early in the morning and we were gone by the time K got up to chain me. And we stayed gone. Silvius showed up at home about 11:30 a.m., so K assumed I would be right behind him since Silvius and I usually run together. I never showed. K received a phone call from a nice man informing her that I was hanging around his farm, so K hopped in the car and retrieved me. K learned that both Silvius and I had been hanging out at his farm but then Silvius had taken off and I stuck around to sniff things out. There is a lot of sniffing to be done at a new farm! K could not believe how far Silvius and I had gone. We had crossed the highway (yes, the highway!) and then meandered a further three miles. When we got home K immediately chained me and told me that I had lost all unchained privileges. Woofing my case, I barked to K that I was just doing what was natural to me. It is in my blood to roam. It is my instincts to roam. It is my Nature. K compassionately listened and said she understood but that she just could not risk having me unchained anymore, especially now that I have been across the highway. *whimper... But K assured me that we will be moving soon (paws crossed!!) and we will move to a place with a huge fenced yard so I can run and play chain free (paws double crossed, if that is possible!!!) I am really bummed that I can no longer run free at night. Wouldn't it be good if I could run unchained without a care? It's not that I don't like my home, but the grass is always greener over there. I’m just sayin’…