Zoey

Tonight's topic at Wild Dog School was crate training and housebreaking.  I'm not really having too much trouble with either of those, though Marty and Lyle need to do a better job of giving me chances to pee on the grass.  Sometimes they forget that when I get really excited from playing I need extra breaks.  Just to make a point, I peed in dog school tonight.  Marty didn't think it was as funny as I did!

I played all night with one of my classmates.  She's a cockapoo.  She's about 12 pounds, but she *looks* almost as big as me because she's so fluffy.  Her name is Zoey, and Marty thinks it's funny that I think she's cute.  Apparently Lyle thinks some human named Zoey is cute too.

I wasn't as obnoxious as last week, and Miss Laura says that I definitely don't need to do two sessions of puppy kindergarten.  (Marty says it's possible she's just saying that because I'm so rotten she doesn't want me around any longer than I have to be.)