[ WP ] Somehow make the line `` Boy , its a joyous day outside ! '' sound sad .

Boy, I got up late today. It'll take me awhile to get used to the new schedule. I already miss waking up to the sizzle of bacon, the gurgle of coffee, and the scrumptious aromas that accompanied them. Nobody wants to make those nice things anymore, least of all me. For the past week, we've been eating from the box in the cabinet and the can in the pantry, and it's hard to get excited about a pre-processed breakfast. 
 
 Boy, it's chilly in the morning. When I woke up, I wanted to run around the house and get the blood flowing, but I figured I'd probably knock something over and get yelled at again. So I sat and waited and shivered until Mom woke up and took her shower and changed from her towel into her robe and offered to go walking with me. Why does she get a towel and not me? One of these days, I'm going to steal one from the clothes box and keep it for myself. 
 
 Boy, it's a joyous day outside. The sky is clear, the grass is fresh, and the breeze feels nice and cool as it runs all through my hair. The birds are out and about, hopping along the sidewalks and making music. When I run up to them, they scatter with frantic chirps. It makes me feel all high-and-mighty. I'm the king of the block. 
 
 Boy, everyone seems to flinch when I approach them nowadays, even the big Mailman and the Newspaper Boy on his two-wheeler. It was funny at first, but now, it's kind of sad, because I'm not even trying to scare them. Mom keeps telling me to quit it, tugging me back by my neck, but I do n't understand; I'm not doing anything wrong. She wo n't explain anything to me; she just turns away and drags me down the block. When she does that, I do n't feel so regal anymore. 
 
 Boy, it was nice outside, but it's a relief to be back inside. Mom paces back and forth, checking her pad on the desk, muttering under her breath. Something about Friday. She keeps looking at me, only for a second. I hope it's not a bath. 
 
 Boy, Mom always leaves after our walk, in her coat and the black pants that I always leave hair on. There's nobody left in the house after that. It's just me and the water dish and the plastic bone until sundown. 
 
 Boy, I miss you. I'm sorry if I was too rough, but when will you come back and play with me?
