Why I hate my cage, from Maximus Jakebrake the black labrador
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Ok, so as much as I love mommy and daddy, they surely can tick me off!!!! I just don't understand why on earth they want to put me in a little box, barely bigger than me, with bars on it and a stupid blankie for me to lay on! Puleeez!
So I spend most of my time hanging out in my comfy home, lounging around on the soft couch, snoozing by the air vent, laying by the cool glass of the patio doors, well you get the picture. While I'm thoroughly enjoying typically every minute of my life, out of the blue it seems, my parents want to put me in this cage thing. Imagine!
I do not like to be hot. I do not like to be cold, I like to be just right, and thats how I feel in my home, until horror of horrors, I get put IN MY CAGE! Yikes! I am certainly not JUST RIGHT in my cage. Oh, far from it. Let me just tell you, it is the worst part of my life.
So here it goes. I'm minding my own business, probably just finishing up a little breakfast, waking from a nap, or just meandering through the house, checking out some tv or what have you and all of a sudden, "Max, come here buddy." Collar around my neck, being coaxed to the basement, sometimes kicking and screaming, but it doesn't matter, I will in fact eventually end up in that cage for what seems like eternity, (although I've heard humans talk in minutes, hours). Then I begin my endless, and when I say endless I mean ENDLESS barking. I'm simply yelling "get me outta here if you know what's best for you". Nothing happens, I don't give up. I continue my plee. Nothing. Louder. Nothing. Ok, I'll freak 'em out. I'll continue my plee and slobber so much I'll look like a rabbid dog, ha yeah, that'll teach 'em. I'm so ticked right now I refuse to nap on this stupid blankie in here, I'll just stand here, forever if I have to, and bark and slober over and over until they rescue me! Ugg, I can only imagine what they are doing without me. Probably only the fun stuff life offers. I can see them now, drinking from toilets, chasing bunnies, licking scraps from the trash can, getting their bellies rubbed. It only makes it worse to think of them doing all of those joyous things without little ole me. Waaaaaahhhhh.
Oh gosh, what do I hear? Mommy, daddy, oh for heavens sake hurry, hurry! Finally, I'm rescued! Horray! Mommy and daddy are home and I can go back to my glourious life. Rehydrate please. Lets not go through this again. Uh oh, did I hear them say something about, "cage.......again......tommorow" Gulp.
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