Prison Break

Not sure if I mentioned this before but Bob bought new gates to keep Bella and I corralled. I saw him walk in with them and I stared at him with disgust. Apparently he and Mommy felt Bella and I were out of control when she came to visit and Mommy and Bob left the house. Not going to lie, we were having fun getting into the laundry, trash, and Bella has a strange affinity for paper-all kinds-books, magazines (don't mess with People-Mommy loses her mind!) and even toilet paper. I told her and told her how stupid that was and that it would make Mommy sad. And no Mommy-we don't know how to run the vacuum so you can stop asking us-even if we knew how, we would not do that-don't be ridiculous.
The result is that when we are home alone, Bella and I are stuck in the kitchen and the great room. We can go outside but I can't go lay in Mommy's bed anymore and I can't look out the front door to bark at all the potential intruders. I am surprised Mommy did not get me a jumpsuit and some Keds-I am truly in prison. Apparently Mommy and Bob thought we were becoming our own pack but the truth is I can barely waken Bella if the house were on fire much less to play. She is the laziest dog and takes 20 minutes to move-not the most agile lady.
The only reprieve is when Mommy puts the gate up fast and does not put it tight enough, like yesterday. Then the toilet paper belongs to Bella and I head to Mommy's bed-and all is right in the world.