Write a story from the perspective of a dog that has learned how to make take away food

A man and a woman have been locked in my house with me for two whole weeks now. They leave sometimes but I don’t even care anymore. I’ll just lie here in bed and think about the good times, when food came to the door.<br><br>They used to joke about how dogs don’t even notice when you leave the house, but I did. I could hear them laughing and speaking in another room. I could tell how far away they were and what they were doing at any point. I could track their position in the house with my ears and learn when it was safe to stand up and go looking for food. <br><br>At first, I would only get the scraps that they dropped on the floor, or what remained of their meal if I was lucky. I would do anything to get scraps. I would sit and lie down, do tricks and go for runs with them. But I was never satisfied. <br><br>I needed more.<br><br>The man and the woman had a system. They would order food to the door, or go out and come back with it. I liked it when they ordered food to the door. I could sit by their side while they stared at the tiny screen, and I could hear them talking to whoever was on the other end. I could track the food’s approach, and I would always be ready at the door when it arrived. <br><br>It was one of these days that I learned how to order food. The man and the woman were talking to whoever was on the other end, and I was sitting by their side. They were speaking slowly and clearly to whoever was on the other end, and I could hear their replies coming through the tiny speaker. <br><br>“Hello, what would you like to order?”<br><br>“Chicken curry, please.”<br><br>“Alright, that’ll be a large chicken curry, would you like anything with that?”<br><br>“Yes, naan and rice.”<br><br>“Alright, would you like to pay with card or cash?”<br><br>“Card.”<br><br>“How much would you like to pay with card?”<br><br>“£25.”<br><br>“Alright, your total comes to £23.50.”<br><br>I could feel the man fumbling in his pocket for the money that I knew he didn’t have. He was going to hang up, and I wasn’t going to get any food. <br><br>But then I had an idea. <br><br>I gently took the phone out of the man's hand in my mouth. He didn’t even notice, and when he went to look for it he found me answering the questions instead of him. The man and the woman laughed as I growled and barked down the phone, placing my order. <br><br>I was still learning. I ordered three large chicken curries, fifty naan breads and sixty portions of rice. It was too much, and it filled every room in the house. I ate until I was sick, and the man and the woman laughed as they watched me struggle to finish my food. <br><br>After that day, the man and the woman never had to order food again. I would get up at 10am, sit with them as they watched TV, and then call the take away at 11pm. I would answer the questions, and the next hour I would sit by the door, waiting for my food to arrive. I could track the approach of the car, the opening of the door and the knock at the door. I knew exactly how long it took after the knock to open the door, and get to the kitchen to eat my fill. <br><br>I had never lived so well. <br><br>I am living a very different life now. The man and the woman have locked me in this room and they won’t let me out to order food. They locked me in here two weeks ago and they haven’t let me out since. I still hear them moving around the house and I still know exactly where they are. I can hear them talking in hushed tones, and I know that they are scared of me. <br><br>I am not going to attack them. I am not going to hurt them. I just want to go back to how it was before. I want to go back to how it was when I could order my own food, and eat my fill whenever I wanted. <br><br>But they will not let me out. <br><br>I guess this is what I get for being a good boy.