This isn't a walk

So the other day I'm chasing my tail which has come to mean, "I want to go outside so I can do my thing" which for the most part usually works except when there are the occasional vacationing tourist types that are in the neighborhood. I usually have the run of the entire neighborhood but I guess when the vacation rentals bring the kids I have to stay close to home which I don't enjoy. Just the other night I got out before that leash was put on me and made the caretakers of me chase me down! What fun that was! I was tackled eventually (that sucked) and brought back into the confined area.They did take me for a brief walk and then it was in that loud mechanical thing with the headlights. Man that thing moves! I can barely make out what it is I'm sniffing because it travels at such a high rate of speed! Anyway, it was nice to get out even if it wasn't for the usual walk where I can snif everything and leave my mark. My parents think they taught me how to come home when they have a treat but I know better! When I see them getting their coats on I know they are really going to get in that big machine again so unless I see a really good treat I don't listen and instead I have fun watching them try all sorts of silly tricks to get me to come home. Who is training who? Ruff!