My mom had a handyman come over to fix some things and i was watching my dogs because they get crazy when people are over. We were on the patio but he was going fix something in the kitchen so she sent us the garage. At some point I was thinking “gosh when is she going to let us out :(“ but then I realized why can’t I be inside the house? I’m not going to the bite the handyman! Why I am suffering in solidarity with my dogs? Am I her pet not her child? Anyway I’m writing this on the tile floor where I’m cooling off.


















