I am sooooo bored

She has spent the whole week sitting in front of her computer. No kidding. Up in the morning. Make a cup of tea. Check emails in bed. Then out to the computer. What sort of life is that for a dog. A very boring life.

No walkies. No chasing around the back yard. One day she even forgot to give me a Greenie. I have one Greenie every day. It's meant to be when we come back from a walk. But if there are no walkies, then she gives it to me anyway. But not this day. I was so peeved. I like routine and that includes one walkies a day, one Greenie a day, a few tummy tickles, a scratching between the ears and one dinner a day at a minimum.

I could have been a piece of furniture. In fact, I considered chewing the corner of the sofa, like I did when I was a wee pup, just to get her attention. But I did think better of it because last time she said she would throw me out on the street and let me play with the traffic if I ever chewed the corner of the sofa again. That's scary. I might get run over or worse I could die. Road kill. Yuk. Scrape me up off the bitumen and put me in a hole in the garden. No thank you.

Usually, she talks to me. Chatter, chatter, chatter. But not even talkies. She just looked at the computer.

No walkies, no talkies. It's just not good enough.

I need mental stimulation. Smells and sights and sounds when I go walking and her jiberish so I can glean pieces of human information that might come in useful one day. That's how I've learned to be the most intelligent dog in the world.

We didn't even go for drives. I love going in the car. I sit in the front seat and off we go. I especially like it when the window is open. I can stick my head out just enough for the wind to blow on my nose. It feels so good. Or I just rest my chin on the door and watch the other cars and trucks and people in the cars and trucks. All the drivers are looking in the same direction. I look where they are looking, to the front, you only see the backs of cars and trucks. I don't get it. Why not look to the sides and back?

We go to places with half built buildings and she leaves me in the car and disappears. Not for long. She always leaves the windows down a little bit and water in a bowl.

Sometimes, when we are in the car, she stops at the beach. That is the best. We walk along the sand and I run into the water. And I can chase other dogs and sniff their bottoms. But I don't get why the other dogs are all running with no lead but I am always on my lead. She once said that if she let me be free then I wouldn't come back to her. I do like to run, but I would come back at dinner time.

So being bored means sleeping under the computer all day. Or sleeping in the sun. Or sitting next to the front door waiting for something exciting to happen. Being bored means that no one is paying me any attention. This cannot continue.