Some days are like that!

You follow her around from room-to-room, wagging your tail hopefully. Any time she's near the front door, you gaze longingly at the leashes hanging on the hook. But she keeps doing stupid things. What's the big deal about your hair on the sofa? And what is she doing with the paper and the pen? What's a bill, anyway? And pens are fun to chew. They make such a lovely color on the rug. Time goes by, and then she finds your old tennis ball under the bed while she's using that very noisy thing that sends Jill running every time. Jill is such a scaredy dog! "Here, William, play with this," she says. So you tag along while she puts the noisy thing in the closet, and now---maybe she'll chase you! But no, she's leaning into the fridge, pulling out things. Some of them smell pretty good! "Chicken, I guess, " she says. "Tom can put it on the grill when he gets home." Is she ever, ever going to notice you? Sigh. I guess you can just lie there and hope.