Bored

I am bored bored bored bored bored bored bored. I've walked around the house, crying until I am once again the center of attention. I rolled around on my back making all sorts of strange noises. I have eaten every mystery item I could find on the floor. I have picked up every one of my toys out of the basket and scattered them everywhere. My biggest production so far is barking and jumping up and squealing until I am played with (as seen here). I have explored the Wonderful World Of Foam In My Bed (tm). Maybe I'll just go to sleep.