I'm a runaway

While laying on the couch while Mommy and the kids were gone the other day, the front door swung wide open.  Why?  Who the hell knows.
However, I determined I must explore .  I headed out the door, and made myself comfortable resting in the grass of the front yard.  Kind of liberating.  A neighbor friend came by, noticed my resting place, and moved me back inside, shutting the door.  So much for my exploration.
As luck would have it, the door swung open again.  I guess I do live in the barn Mommy has suggested all these years.  This time, I made my way.  I headed out the door, ran around the neighborhood for a while.  It's hotter than Hades out there.  A black furry dog can't last long.
I sauntered to my friend Maureen's house.  She's got 3 little doggie girls that are my friends, so I thought her driveway would be the best place to rest.  Surely, she'd find me.
And she did! She opened her garage to head out, and I ran to her.  Any port in a storm!  Sadly, Maureen called Mommy, alerted her, and you can imagine the ---- storm that ensued.  When Mommy got home, there was all kinds of hub bub.  Where was Benny?  What's wrong with the dog?  Should we call the builder of the house to address the issue? Who left the door unlocked? Daddy was not happy-you know him "safety first" and all that jazz.  I just found a good space under the kitchen table to rest, find crumbs and bask in the glory of my journey.