Captivity

I hate Thursdays. Mommy hired someone to cut the grass each week and you know what that means-Bennie is locked in the house as a captive. Mommy covers the dog door with the panel that locks me in. Well well well......you have to work pretty hard to keep me in the house. I have figured out how to hit the panel, get it risen, so I can get outside. On the flip side, though, it means that once I am in the yard, I am stuck and can't get back in the house. Mommy thinks it is pretty funny but I am not laughing. When she came back from her errands, there I was, staring at her through the glass doors. HA.I need to be able to come and go-you know how it is.
I have been coughing a bit today because I ate some lint in the laundry. Of course Mommy was ready to take me to the emergency vet-CHILL OUT MOMMY. She thinks I am high strung-whatever lady.
Peace.