oh yes, oh yes, oh yes.
i see it, don’t pretend like you’re trying to hide it from me.
HE HAS THE WALKIES! HE IS LITERALLY HOLDING THE WALKIES!
you know, i know, so why would you make me sit before we go OUTSIDE?
yes, i’m sitting, you are so alpha, well done you.
the walkies is finally on, his outdoor feet are on and he is opening the hole in the wall.
ah, this is better.
fresh air, grass, MUD!
maybe i’ll see graham whilst we’re out.
then i’ll show him the amazing, great big hole in the ground that i worked on the other day.
excuse me… excuse me… EXCUSE ME!
why is he ignoring me when there is so much to do?
what is he looking at?
hey, alpha, why aren’t you paying me attention.
you took ME to the park.
what could i do to try and make him look?
maybe I’ll shout really loudly and then he’ll get embarrassed, he’ll have to pay me attention then!
well that didn’t work and now he’s just staring even harder at the STUPID BOX IN HIS HAND.
come on, there are literally so many sticks here that you can throw for me to collect.
look at that one, what about that one, OMG look at that one!
it’s so long, IT’S SO LONG, i want to literally grab it and run away with it.
that stick will undoubtedly pay me more attention than you at this point.
i’ve seen him play with that box before, it just has RUBBISH black and white pictures coming out of it.
sometimes he laughs when he looks at it, and then there are other times he gets really angry.
but if he would just look at me, i know he’ll smile and laugh and be so happy.
he’s still looking at that box…
… and this one is a newer one as well, he literally replaced the old box with a new one.
they look exactly the same.
and he got so angry when i went near it because he thought it might fall on the floor.
then he said something about it being fragile (huh?) and making sure it doesn’t smash and that it would cost a lot to replace the screen.
what’s even the point of it, if it can be so easily broken?
what about if i take something to him, then maybe he’ll look at me.
it’s not like i’ve done anything to upset him.
i’m literally the best behaved best friend you could ever have.
but since he got that box, he acts like i don’t even exist.
maybe i’ll run away and then we’ll see how he feels.
i bet he’d feel so bad if i just wasn’t there anymore.
that’ll teach him.
he will be so sorry.
then he won’t be looking at that box anymore.
why are we turning around now?
i’ve just started to stretch my legs and get my groove on.
and graham is over there and i want to show him the hole in the ground.
is that dolly? SERIOUSLY, IS THAT DOLLY OVER THERE?
WHAT IS SHE DOING WITH GRAHAM?
WHY ARE DOLLY AND GRAHAM DOING THAT?
GRAHAM! GET AWAY FROM DOLLY!
now I’m angry.
first alpha over there doesn’t pay any attention.
graham, i thought i knew you better.
i’m going to run away.
don’t try to change my mind.
they will all feel terrible about the way they’ve treated me.
i’ve made my decision.
maybe i just won’t listen to him.
now that he’s paying me attention, just because he’s ready to go home.
but what about before when i wanted to play?
and you were too busy on your rubbish, easily broken, new box that makes you angry.
well i’m going to run in the opposite direction to you.
and you can come running after me and we’ll see how you like it when someone doesn’t pay attention to YOU!
now where should i go?
i’ve never been out of the park before without him.
maybe i should turn back.
but he’s shouting my name, finally paying me attention, it’s working!
i’ll keep going for a little longer.
he’s running really fast towards me now.
he’s like super fast.
he finally wants to play.
what’s that noise?
it’s so loud.
that monster on four wheels seems to be coming at me really fast now.