I lay at the door, waiting intensely for my human to come back. Surely there was secret food being consumed on the other side. I faithfully channeled Fry's dog Seymour from Futurama.
|she's behind me, isn't she?|
Stealthily, the pupparazzi sneaked up behind me, snapping photo after photo. I whirled around and they caught me, mid nose lick.
|I had nothing to do with my missing collar <innocent look>|