flickr | Where are the Mr. Sandman and Postman you're talking about?

He's always looking outside, and never feels like staying in. Every time I take him for a 30-minute walk he ends it up with rushing back home, not like he misses the cosiness of the bed or something, but he knows it's simply time for supper and the cooling water; after taking care of his physical yearning, he, once again, starts enjoying his routine of watching - I guess that's the only way he feels peaceful and content: knowing there is still something interesting about his world.