Speaking of a leash...

So this lady person who feeds me treats and makes strange gestures when I tinkle or poo on the floor read in a book that I ought to learn how to use a leash. So she thought it was a good idea to have me in the kitchen with her while she did the dishes so I could learn it. Ok, so here's the thing - I'm not fond of the leash tied to the barstool business! I kinda tried to figure out a way to remove myself from the situation:




Strangely, the more I tried to flee the shorter the leash got!:




People! I think that's enough for one day:




Sincerely,
Skittles