The man owner came in and I tried to get his attention. I whispered "Put me away, put me away, put me away" over and over, but not too loudly because I don't want to freak him out. People don't like inanimate objects talking to them. We all know what happened in Toy Story.  So then the woman-owner walked in and looked at me and sighed and looked at the man-owner brushing his teeth, and I swear I could read her mind. I swear she was saying, "Put the bag away, put the bag away, put the bag away."

He didn't listen.