Oh the indignity. I have been reduced to working dog status. My ape mistress ferries me to many outdoor locations, but straps strange and unsightly hardware to my body so that I may haul gear and foodstuff for her benefit. If it were not for the glory of the outdoor world -- so many things to sniff! New places to leave my scent! -- I would not suffer this outrage. Alas, only the two-legged one knows how to operate the moving metal box which transports me and my companion Bella to many new and wondrous places full of things to explore.
I submit, but when we return home I will be king of the bed, which I will share with Bella. Yaawn. Running through the mountains tires a beast out.
