City Dog

First, I have to say, I am a city dog. I am a slave, but a beloved one. I get no pay but I do get food and water. The food isn't my choice but that of a professional who is well versed in what dogs need. Not what they want. I live in a space that I am told by dogs who know, is far too small for comfort. We dogs apparently, love to run for miles in and out of forests and fields but I have no idea what that's like. Where I live, there is a fun stretch of a few dozen feet of floor among the furniture legs and a carpet which I have to avoid when wet or dirty. I seldom have a chance to be the latter since I am not allowed to roll in places that smell like they would be heavenly for it. I don't get very wet other than my paws which are usually on cement or, if I am lucky, into the occasional puddle. Because I live such a protected life, I don't have access to wild herbs for medicines I somehow know would work. I need to have other attentions by strangers because I am not a wild dog whose nails and coat and teeth are "done" through natural means. Mostly I live a boring life inside a few rooms and some I am not allowed in. I try desperately not to bark even when I really want to when hearing a noise that intrigues me or at other dogs outside or things that need to be barked at. I do go outside, but only on a short rope thing that I have learned must be obeyed or my owner jerks on it.  When nature calls I have to indicate somehow that it is an urgent situation because in a people place where the people have facilities, I don't. My owner isn't always happy about this but she doesn't want what she calls "accidents". Sometimes, I am tempted and like my old friend down the hall whom I have not seen lately, to just do it right where I can find a patch of floor that looks okay, but I'd be hit with a newspaper and yelled at. It's something I learned not to do when I was a puppy. Now, I am not complaining. because my owner, yes, I was bought, makes noises that indicate I am loved. I have learned what to do to amuse her. She's all alone with no other dogs er people around and moans and cries and makes noises and hugs me a lot which assures me. I know that I must be doing something right and if so, the meals will keep coming. On schedule, of course. Sometimes, I have to go to jail and not see my owner at all. It's awful but there are other dogs there that smell wonderful and wow, do I get a lot of news! When my owner comes again, I am truly happy and make a big show of it. I get a leather thing around my neck everyday a couple of times and we go out for nature's call and exercise. But not much and on schedule which is hard sometimes. What I really want to do, is run after some of those loud engine things running on the tarmac, but my rope is jerked if I try. I hear from other dogs  that there are wonderful places where you can run without a rope as long as and where you like and be with lots of other dogs. It is my fondest wish and true nature to be with other dogs, sadly not just the nice lady who owns me and keeps me in her hardwood floor place. She's not a dog. She's nice to me and I do have a big mat where I am allowed to sleep which is what I do most of the time. What else is there?