February 28th 2006 9:57 pm
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I don't understand why Mom won't let me live out in the garage. It's not like the car has EVER been in the garage. I can stretch almost high enough to hit the doorknob with my paws, but I can't figure out how to turn it and open the door. Mom hung a bell off the doorknob and I can spend 20 minutes just smacking that bell and making it ring, but still Mom won't let me out there.

When she goes out to get more food for us, or to do something she calls 'laundry', I can usually sneak out with her. There's an old comforter that she washed and folded up, and it's on top of some boxes. I love to get up there and snuggled up, it's so nice and comfy!

Mom only let's me stay out there when she's out there doing stuff, and she doesn't let me get into ANYTHING so I just lie on the comforter and watch her. Sometimes it's really cold and I go to the door so she can let me in before she's ready to go in, but usually I wait for her to pick me up and carry me into the house. I have her trained so well!

On second thought, maybe I don't want to live in the garage. I'd be awfully lonely without Mom and the rest of my family. I guess it's really just a nice place to visit.