…so how could I possibly get in? Standing there in the street, unable to get into the house cos the gate was shut, with my mum calling me a fool. How dare she! There may have been people going by who might have heard. She has no respect for me at all.
I’d had a lovely time inspecting the fence and the shrubberies within calling distance of my house but was starting to feel a bit neglected, having been out there about half an hour. Had she forgotten me? I gave one loud bark and that made her remember. You could have knocked me down with a feather when she came out – and called me a fool because I was standing behind the gate. But it’s closed…how much does a dog have to do for himself?
You jumped over to get there, says mum, so why can’t you jump back?