I feel like I'm holding my dogs captive.  I never walk them.  She sits by the door, stares into the dark night in the backyard.  She likes it when I pet her, when she eats, or we wrestle.  She sleeps a lot.

Everyday she knows the mailman's going to try to break in, and she expects him.  I don't know about you, but that would drive me crazy.

What a sad, pathetic existence, to only think about one thing.