St. Patrick's Day

Thank God I don't have to wear green today:

I don't think I could stand it. Poor puppy. But I could do with a little Jameson's right now. There's no age limit for dogs, right? Especially on St. Patrick's Day, right? Please?

Since my last post I have had my ups and downs. I went all day yesterday and today without leaving any puddles or other packages in the house. So, that is good, I guess. I am starting to figure out what that bell is for, but it is hard for me to reach it. I think it is pretty cool that all I have to doto get a cookie is ring the bell, go outside and pretend to pee. That's the easiest trick I know. I might just ring the bell every five minutes.

But the other day, when I left a load in the middle of the rug, the big dope showed me this picture and said that I was next:

I hope that doesn't mean what I think it means.

By the way, the rug is gone. I don't know why, I thought it smelled great. It was a very inviting place to piddle.

Good news: Reagan is feeling a little better. There's two ways for me to tell: 1) She is playing with me again, and 2) her butt smells healthy. Don't ask me what that means, I'm a dog. I can't explain it. I'm also starting to figure out that she doesn't really like to have me hanging from her ears. But I so like to grab hold of them that it is hard for me to stop myself.

And what is going on with the big dope? He won't let me go through a door ahead of him anymore. I have to sit and wait for him to go through. It slows everything down. You'd think we were living in Tennessee, for goodness' sake. By the time I get through the door, I forget why I wanted to go through it.

Sorry about no new pictures, but the last few days have been pretty hectic.

New stuff: I can jump down two steps now and I can almost jump over the wall by the driveway. Just give me a week or two for that one.