Potty Training

Well, guess what I finally got housebroken. I mean she did everything, talked to trainers, vets and even the neighbors with little dogs. She tried everything she could think of. I think she was thinking of putting me in diapers. If she only have showed me what she wanted I would have gotten it a whole lot sooner. How'd she do it?
She got the mail in and in it was a little round thing. It was in a little case. After she opened it she put in in a slot in the box under the TV. I like that TV thing especially when she does movies with dogs. Anyhow this round thing was all about dogs. Dogs getting treats for coming, barking at strangers and not pooping in the house. It showed lots of dogs scratching at the door. I thought big deal I can do that. So I watched all of the movie or whatever it was and then jumped down from the footstool went to the back door and scratched on the glass. She opened the door and I went out. Had to poop and pee anyway so I figured why not? For a minute there I thought she won the lottery. She was as happy as a clam. I wonder why people say that. What would make a clam sad anyway? I never even saw a clam. I've had them in soup and they aren't bad but you can't really tell if they are happy or not.
This went a long way to making her happy and that is what Bill wanted. So I guess I am doing my job. Buuut this evening I backslid a bit. She got me another toy and I haven't had one in a long time cause I eat them and it bugs her. Anyhow I was so excited I did remember to go outside but I was so happy I brought some in with me. She was not happy. I'm really sorry, but heck I'm just a kid. Give a guy a break.
I suppose given enough time I will finally be a real good boy, but like most boys I have my moments. I don't like to do things that make her mad, but I do like to bug her just a little. The thing of it is, if I have something she doesn't think I should have, I pretend I really, really want it and guess what? To get whatever I have she has to give me a treat. Good deal and it works every time.
You'd think she would learn, but she never does. If I really want to get her ratteled I steal paper. Doesn't really taste good, but it makes a great noise and she wants it back real bad. She chases me and chases me, but I won't drop it until I get a treat. Sometimes she is a big pushover, but I love her. Bill did too and I bet he is laughing just as hard as I am, when he sees how I hoodwink her. WILL CHECK IN NEXT WEEK. ENJOY YOUR SHOPPING FOR XMAS

Learning where to Poop

Mom was not pleased I'd chosen her carpet as a toilet. What do I know? It's in there and it has to come out. As it comes out of me, I guess poop comes out wherever I am.
Clearly there was more to this piddle and poop thing. She would shake her head and make little tisking noises. Mom contacted her youngest daughter Kelly. She (Kelly not Mom)had raised a lot of dogs and knew a lot about poop and piddle placement.
She (Kelly, another redhead) came to our house and showed me where I had to p&p outside, which was fine when I was outside. But sometimes I'm inside. So Mom keeps following me around with two spray bottles. One takes out my stink and the other one puts in some yucky stink. It didn't take me long to figure out that IF I didn't leave my scent in the house I could avoid the yucky one altogether.
This red head Kelly, I think she likes me. She'll pick me up and kiss my neck until I just melt. When I am in Kelly's arms I'm just a dog, with no messages to convey, no duties to perform. Sometimes a pup just needs to be a dog. Bill's shoes are hard to fill, but I try very hard. I promised him I'd look after her (Mom not Kelly) and do my best to make her happy. You better believe it's a big job. She misses Bill like crazy.
COME BACK NEXT WEEK AND SEE HOW I MAKE HER HAPPY

My trip to NY

Well, after Mom and I were back at Casey's house, she (Casey not Mom) put me in a cat carrier for a kennel. Hey, dang it I'm no cat. Dog, get it? There is a reason DOG is GOD spelled backwards.
The whole lot of them Mom, Casey, her husband Derwood and the two grandsons Nik and Billy went someplace to eat and watch guys knock each other off of horses. When they finally came back, man did that box stink and was I ever glad to get out.
Then after a while Mom and I went back to a hotel she rented before she bought me. I guess hotels aren't for dogs (go figure) so she smuggled me in.
I kind of missed my mother, brothers and sisters (even the vain sister), so I whimpered at little (just a little, I'm a guy after all) so to keep me quiet Mom let me sleep with her in the Big Bed. It was neat but, man can that woman snore.
Mom would take me to Casey's while they went shopping and stuff. Then at night I went back to the hotel with Mom and the Big Bed.
Well, I guess she got tired of the place cause finally she and the grandson , packed up and put me in the car. I was really little, so the boy Billy held me on his lap. He's an okay guy, he held me nice, but every so often we would stop and he would put a white thing in his mouth and somehow burn the end of of it. Smoke would come out of his mouth and wow, talk about cat carrier stink, whatever that white thing was it was way worse.
We finally stopped for good. Riding is okay but I was glad to get all fours on solid ground. And when we got into that house boy, did I have to poop. So I did.
COME BACK NEXT WEEK TO SEE HOW MOM TRIED TO TEACH ME WHERE TO POOP.