I am laying on a sort of everything catch-all table by the front door.
And yes, I just might be looking a little bit sad.
See the basket. That's my basket.
My basket of going-out stuff.
Leash. Gentle leader. Harness. Clicker. Treat bag. Poop bags.
I think if I lay here long enough and look sad enough, somebody will take me out.
I really like to go out.