Ma was gonna announce “Hallelujah!!!” But, I pooped on her plans…literally…sigh.
Lately she was certain I was housebroken. Apparently that doesn’t mean “break the house,” ’cause I was well on my way in that department. It has something to do with pottying outside. Really? But I’m too busy to think of stopping to ask to go outside when I’m chasing the white-footed cats from under chairs or ripping up throw pillows. Holy Milkbones! It’s too much work being a proper puppy.