I happily chase my ball around the garden, the warm sun shining brightly over my naked body, while my owners are busy doing something, moving in and out of the house. I know to stay out of the way in those situations, although part of me does want to investigate and be helpful, maybe I can fetch them something or provide encouragement. 
As I continue to play I knock my ball off the grass and watch as it rolls over the patio and through the open gate. I chase after my ball not wanting it to disappear. As I pick up my ball in my mouth I look up and realise that I'm no longer in the garden, I've never been outside the garden before, not like this anyway, my owners normally drive me to special places for walks and the gate is always shut, and even if I could reach the handle on the gate while trapped on all fours, my fingerless paws would be unable to open it. I look around the quiet street, very faint memories of walking up the drive on two feet, back when I had feet, and beginning my