Good Dog Bad Dog

Yesterday I didn't get to go to the park and I was pretty hyper.  I mugged Dan when he came over to take some pictures of me.  I even got puppy crazies and tried to run laps in the house.  Then I peed on the rug.  Humans need to understand that actions have consequences.  If the crazies don't take me to the park, they should not expect a quiet, peaceful evening at home.

Today we went to the park.  (See how effective my training is?)

Someone left the back gate open, and none of the mammals-with-opposable-thumbs bothered to go close it, so when a new friend walked by I ran out to make sure he knew it was a great day and that all of us playing were very friendly.  Navidson was going to come with me, but Dan was pretty close and he told Navidson he couldn't go.  I was pretty far out of the park, but then Marty started paying attention and called me to come back in.  Remember all the work we've been doing on them giving me treats when I run really fast to them?  Marty tried to give me a WHOLE POCKETFUL of treats for running away from a new friend to come back into the park.  I didn't want the treats though, so we went back to playing ball.  So I figured I was definitely all set for this Santa thing.

When we came back the crazies settled down to be slugs like they like to do, and I wanted to play some more.  They were ignoring me and being mean and so I had to amuse myself.  Yesterday we played with my ornament, and usually I am allowed to play with my toys and they don't get upset, so I took my ornament off the tree and chewed on it.  Marty was really mad and said Santa doesn't bring toys to bad puppies!

So now I have to be on my best behavior for the next few days.  My humans are the worst.