The grass is always greener on the other side of the door

Pop Pop's dog Cocoa and I have a complicated relationship. I love Cocoa. I like to sneak up on her and pull her hair and grab her tail. Its funny when she gets real close and starts licking my face. Funny in a gooey, sticky sort of way. Basically though, I think she's the lucky one, cause she gets to be outside so often. I like to go outside. It's one of my favorite places to be, but I only get to go out once in awhile.

Cocoa is nice enough to me, I guess. She never snaps at me, even when I pull her hair and grab her tail. She gives me the evil eye sometimes, with good reason. She likes my toys, but whenever she goes for one, she gets yelled at. And the big people tend to ignore her when I'm around, which let's face it, is almost all the time. The biggest problem though is that Cocoa thinks I'm the lucky one cause I get to be inside so often. She likes to be inside. It's one of her favorite places to be, but she only gets to come in once in awhile.

Let me in! Let me out!