He barks at the world, peering between the wood slats of the fence. He doesn’t bark because he can. He doesn’t bark because there is a noise he can’t identify. He barks because he is lonely. He barks to get someone’s attention.
He’s been exiled to the back yard again and forgotten. Its a nice day, not too hot and not too cold but he’s bored. The squirrels won’t play with him and there are no other dogs around. There’s no one to play with inside either, but at least he’d have his toys to play with and a nice cushy spot to nap on.
He lets out a big sigh and lays in a spot of sunshine facing the patio door. He stares at it as though he can will it open. Someone will let him in, eventually.