My Home

This is my home, or my house's front door. When my mom lets me loose so run around our yard, and when I'm done I sit here scratching and crying for them to let me in. I usually know my way home, but most times I don't come home till 2 o' clock in the morning because I'm just wondering around. All the marks on the door is me scratching it because I didn't want to be outside, and the pieces of the wood are missing because when I was a puppy, I mean I still am. But when I was teething I would bite the wood and use it as my teething tool. But other then that, all the rest of the marks, aren't my fault.