I think the people are trying to kill me. They put the dumb one and me outside. Something about having to leave for a little while, and not wanting to find the bed chewed up again. Whatever. They just want to see me wilt in the staggering heat of sunset. Dante doesn't seem to care, but I think he may be a bit simple-minded. The people can just leave me out here, then. It will give me plenty of time to plot my revenge. If I don't succumb to the elements first. (Seriously, don't they realize I'm a spoiled house pup?)
I heard them talking about something called a "crate" earlier, too. I was able to infer that they were speaking of some sort of canine prison. If this is so, I may need to start looking for new people. Mine must be defective if they think a box will hold me! Mwahaha-...err, hmm.
The puny chihuahuas have taken notice of my external imprisonment. My people better return quickly, or I shall have to make battle plans. If I don't wither away first.