|hi. i like to push my ball around the yard. sometimes the wind pushes it for me. sometimes my friend comes out and kicks it about for me. it's nice. i wish i could come in the house for a while. it's cold out here. the night time is scary. |
i wonder what i ever did to deserve this. all i remember is being around a bunch of others like me. then i was taken away, and here i am now. i'm a year old and i live in this messy yard. i don't mind it much, but i wish i could sleep on a warm bed instead of a concrete block. with artificial grass on it. oh well. the ball's being pushed by the wind, oh boy oh boy!