Locked out/in

Let me have one more grapes!

Locked doors and sealed gates  

It's a perplexing thing

why she keeps locking me in!

I want to go out

and forage about,

Swinging my tail and eating the grass.

She thinks she's being a very smart ass!

I will continue to try opening the gate

and I will open the door with Benny, my mate.

I can manage the handle with my dexterous lips

and the haylage I'll eat regardless o' the width of my hips.

Nudge this!

She turned the key and shook her head    

“No Flint! GET OUT” and “Benny, GO TO BED!”

Here's photos of my efforts.

This is me getting out.

Who am I kidding! She'd hit me a clout!

But I will say “Good luck!” and bid you farewell,

There's grapes and fresh carrots in my new STAY-BEL (stable!)

LIft this bolt!

(Benny) HA HA! I've myself sorted