Mood Swings

Munch is so happy sitting outside on one condition: A human is outside with him. I just can't understand his reasoning. He has so much fun running laps around the yard, rolling in the grass, eating mystery berries (don't worry, he's been doing this for years and he seems fine) and catching some rays. The second he's been left outside, he's banging on the gate and squealing like a little girl. The neighbors probably think we are dog abusers by the awful sounds he makes. And to him we probably are, putting him outside, in the yard, treating him like a dog and all. The nerve.