Sammy
I am Sammy the dog
I wonder why I am not getting dinner tonight
I hear screaming coming from the basement
I see the family daughter having a tantrum
I want to sleep on a big stuffed toy because they are more comfy than my bed
I am starving because I am not getting any dinner
I pretend to look cute
I feel like I am about to explode
I touch the family’s dinner
I understand I am being a very bad boy
I say, “I should be in charge of the food.”
I dream of eating at a famous restaurant in italy
