A day in the life of "Bailey"

My owners ignored me for ten minutes. Ten minutes! The audacity. It’s not like I’m asking for much, just a bit of attention!

I huff and grumble once more, then finish off with a long ‘awoooowowoowoo,’ but still nothing. Time to up my game. I stand up and trot five metres away and retrieve my ball. The human always loves this.

I start to run, always to the right and always passing the flower bush and the water bowl before looping back to face my human. Two barks, then I repeat my loop, all holding my ball tightly.

‘Bailey, shush!’ Not the attention I wanted. I’ve completed six loops. Six! It would normally only take four. I trot closer to my human and rest my head on their leg. They’re still deeply engaged in conversation with the stranger. I get nothing.

‘Arougggh’ I grumble, loudly. Finally, my owner stands, beckoning me to follow as they walk towards the house. I gallop to catch up, tongue wagging as I do.

‘Get inside.’ I obey, and immediately the door closes. Oh no. I begin to whinge and wine and watch my owner walk back to their seat. After a few minutes, I give up and lie down quietly. Then, can it be? My human has stood back up! They’re walking this way!

‘Come on then Bailey,’ my owner says, and I waddle excitedly, wagging my tail and groaning as I leap back outside and join my human. Finally! Their hand rubs my head.