Home alone... what the?

Well, here I am again- home alone. They didn't even have the decency to ship me off to the kennel. I mean really... would it have killed them to spend the twenty-five bucks to keep me happy? No... instead they pay some nutty kid a few bucks to feed me and let me out a few times a day. I won't even get a walk out of the deal! I know - I've been down this road before. I'm so ticked off I'm thinking of letting loose on the floor. I'm sure the kid won't believe it worthwhile to clean it up and then the owners might think twice about being cheap again. I'm going to go and rip the newspapers up right now - maybe it will make me feel better.