The Life Of A Dog That No One Understands

Every morning I wake up to the same old house.

The dark green walls are as about mundane as the dog food my master's give me.

I try telling them that I don't like the food but they never seem to understand me.

All they do is smile and say to me in a childish voice "Does Maxwell want some doggie food?"

It always bothers me when they talk to me in that childish voice.

They don't have to ask me if I want the food.

Clearly it's the morning and I'm hungry end of story. 

Another thing that bothers me is that after breakfast they leave the house.

What am I supposed to do?
There is only so much a dog can do in the house alone.
I often start the day by patrolling the house.

I make sure that there are no intruders in my house and just to be safe I mark different parts of the house to establish a perimeter.
Although when my master's come home they always yell at me.
I can never understand why though, I'm just looking after the house for them while there gone.

 

After I've established that the house has no intruders I go and sit on the couch.

I stare at the ceiling to pass some time; it gets pretty boring fast so I usually fall asleep.   

By the time I wake up it usually midafternoon.

 

Yet again I patrol the house checking every inch.
I make sure that my markings are still established and I mark again for good measures.

Shortly after that Toby comes home from school. 

He will give me afternoon belly rubs.

Which always feel amazing after a hard day's work.

It's tough being a dog.

My masters have it so much easier.

They just leave and do nothing while I'm stuck at home doing all the work for them.

I'd like to see them patrol the house and just see how much work it is.

I've tried explaining to them how much work I do while there gone, but all they do is yell at me for marking the house.

I'm just doing my job. 

Clearly there jealous of what I get to do so they just have to criticize my job so they'll feel better about themselves; #dog_problems