Kane in the Klinker

Mr. Kane here...

Every night I am slammed in the klinker. I do not know why they insist on locking me up. I did not chew on their socks or jump on the furniture, what gives?

It might be because I crawl under their bed at night and then they chase me out. The bedroom door closes behind them and I figure I should lay faithfully right in front of the door. Sometime in the middle of the night some clumsy oaf steps on me and almost breaks their neck not mentioning the stomping on my poor little rib cage.

I am just saying that might be a reason, but I am sure they have their own story.

I am so used to this cell that I can be found lounging in my kennel before it's even lock down time. I am a model prisoner. Sometimes I get out for good behavior.!

Tune in soon to find out when I am released!

Wooooof,

Kane