Gerrard grumbled, thoroughly disgruntled that this owner had the audacity to leave him at her parents house. He hated it there, simply leaving him out in the backyard with no comfort except for the grass. He had barked for an hour or two demanding that they let him back in, but he was ignored, which fueled his anger and annoyance at his owner. How could she do this to him?
It was boring too. He had absolutely nothing to do. Unless if he wanted to sleep the whole day away, it was perfect, but other than that option it was horrible. Deciding to take matters into his own hands, Gerrard decided that he should find a way to escape.
For the next twenty minutes or so, he was crouching down by the edge of a fence, digging a hole big enough so he could squeeze through to his freedom. Thankfully his claws were long enough so the job could get done much faster. He had finally completed his mission, and crawled through his little hole (with much difficulty as he was quite bulky with his fur), feeling triumphant that he had managed to escape from dooming boredom. With a dancing gait, he trotted through the neighborhood.
