what he did

"I couldnt beleive what he did last night on the Red Carpet"
His behavior was so horrifying I had to walk off and go home. I was just disgusted by his actions and have to share my story.

Gwen has had enough and went on Ellen first thing

One of my favorite things to do was to learn new tricks, as the called them, which consisted of him speaking to me in encouraging tones and then feeding me treats. Sit, for example, was a trick where the would say, Sit, Bailey! Sit! and then he would climb on my rear end, forcing it to the ground, and then he would feed me a dog biscuit. Dog Door! Dog Door! was a trick where we would go out to the garage, where Dad kept his car, and the would shove me through a plastic flap in the side door to the backyard. Then hed call for me and Id push my nose through the flap and hed feed me a dog biscuit! My legs, I was gratified to see, kept grog with the rest of me, so that as the nights grew cooler I was able to keep up with the , even at a sprint. One morning, the dog door trick took on an entirely different meaning. The was up early, barely after sunrise, and Mom was running in and out of different rooms. Take care of Bailey! Mom called at one point. I looked up from where I was giving a chew toy a serious working over, taking note of Smokey the cat, who sat on the counter and gazed down upon me with insufferable haughtiness. I picked up the chew toy and shook it to demonstrate to Smokey what a great time he was missing out on by being so snooty. Bailey! the called. He was carrying my bed, and, intrigued, I followed him out to the garage. What was this game Dog Door, the said to me. I sniffed his pockets but couldnt smell any biscuits. Since the whole point of playing Dog Door was, in my opinion, the dog biscuits, I decided to turn away and lift my leg on a bicycle. Bailey! I felt impatience from the and regarded him in puzzlement. You sleep here, okay, Bailey You be a good dog. If you need to go to the bathroom, you go out the dog door, okay Dog Door, Bailey. I have to go to school now. Okay I love you, Bailey. The gave me a hug, and I licked him in the ear. When he turned, I naturally followed, but at the door to the house he barred me from entry. No, Bailey, you stay in the garage until I get home. Dog Door, okay, Bailey You be a good dog. He shut the door in my face. Stay Dog Door Good dog How were these terms, which Id heard so often, even remotely related, and which one was Stay again None of this made any sense to me. I sniffed around the garage, which was full of derful smells, but I wasnt in the mood to explore; I wanted my . I barked, but the door to the house remained shut, so I scratched it. Still nothing.

I heard some ren yelling from the front of the house and ran to the big garage doors, hoping they would lift up as they sometimes did when the stood in front of them, but nothing happened. A loud truck of some kind swept up the voices of the ren and carried them away. A few minutes later, I heard Moms car drive off, and then the world, which had been so full of life and fun and noise, became intolerably quiet. I barked for a while, but that did nothing at all, though I did smell Smokey just on the other side of the door, smugly taking note of my predicament. I scratched the door. I chewed on some shoes. I ripped up my dog bed. I found a trash bag full of clothing, tore it open the way Mother had when we were scavenging for garbage, and strewed the clothes around the garage. I peed in one corner and pooped in the other corner. I tipped over a metal container and ate some pieces of chicken and some spaghetti and a waffle, and licked out a can of fish that smelled like Smokeys breath. I ate some paper. I knocked over my water dish and chewed on it. There was nothing to do. After what seemed like the longest day of my life, I heard Moms car pull into the driveway. Her car door slammed, and I heard running feet pound through the house. Bailey! the shouted, opening the door. I tackled him, overjoyed that we had ended this madness forever. But he stood staring at the garage. Oh, Bailey, he said, sounding sad. Full of manic energy, I burst past him and skittered around in the house, leaping over furniture. I spotted Smokey and took off in pursuit, chasing him up the stairs and barking when he dove under Mom and Dads bed. Bailey! Mom called to me sternly. Bad dog, Bailey, the said crossly. I was astounded at this false accusation. Bad Id been accidentally locked in the garage but was more than willing to forgive them. Why were they scowling at me like that, shaking their fingers at me Moments later I was back in the garage, helping the , who picked up everything Id played with and put most of it into the trash container Id knocked over. Mom came out and sorted through the clothing, taking some into the house with her, but no one praised me for discovering where the items had been hiding. Dog Door, the said crossly, but he didnt give me any treats. I was beginning to think that Dog Door was the same as bad dog, which was very disappointing, to say the least. Obviously, this had been a very upsetting day for everybody, and I was certainly willing to put the whole incident behind us, but when Dad came home Mom and the talked to him and he yelled, and I knew he was mad at me. I slunk off into the living room and ignored Smokeys snide expression. Dad and the left right after dinner. Mom sat at the table and stared at papers, even when I approached and put a derful wet ball in her lap. Oh, yuck, Bailey, she said. When the and Dad came home, the called me out into the garage and showed me a big wooden box. He climbed inside, so I joined him, though the space was hot and tight with the two of us in there. Doghouse, Bailey. This is your doghouse.

I didnt see how the box related to me, but I was certainly happy to play Doghouse when treats were introduced into the mix. Doghouse meant go inside the doghouse and eat the dog biscuit. We did the doghouse trick and the dog door trick while Dad moved around the garage, placing things up on shelves and tying a rope on the big metal container. I was overjoyed that Dog Door had treats associated with it again! When the grew tired of tricks, we went inside and wrestled on the floor. Time for bed, Mom said. Oh, Mom, please Can I stay up We both have school tomorrow, Ethan. Time for you to say good night to Bailey. While conversations like this took place in the house all the time, I rarely bothered to pay attention, but this time I lifted my head at my name, sensing a shift in the s emotions. A sadness and regret wafted off him and he stood, his shoulders slumped. Okay, Bailey. Time for bed. I knew what bed was, but apparently we were going to take a detour along the way, because the led me out to the garage for another rousing game of Doghouse. I was perfectly fine with this but shocked when, moments later, the sealed me back in the garage, all by myself. I barked, trying to make sense of it all. Was it because Id chewed up my dog bed I never slept in the thing anyway; it was just for show. Did they really expect me to remain outside in the garage all night No, that couldnt be it. Could it