I like to wander outside, feeling the tickle of grass on my paws and the nudging bugs with my pink nose. I drink rainwater out of puddles and chase chipmunks back into hollowed trees. Then, as the light from the sky starts to dim, I trollop home and the woman I chose as my caretaker waits for me at the door. When I brush against her legs, she smiles and reaches down to rub an especially sensitive spot behind my ear. Even when she’s upset with me for staying out too late, all I have to do is roll onto my back and paw at the air. She scratches my belly and laughs. I have her trained more than her son who sneezes after I cuddle on his lap. I know he’s allergic, but I can’t resist his gentle petting. It’s so comfy on my bed, I’m going to nap now.