Sit Sit Sit

Woof, Woof.

Do you have any idea how boring it is going out to breakfast, and then being asked to lay down under the table? Well, mom and dad did that to me again today. We went to Shelton’s in Cross Plains with Evan (my 20 month old human cousin). I was very good on the leash, sat when asked, and then told to go under the table. Hum.. Not fair! After breakfast though, I was able to talk with the chef, bartender, and the regular group of guys that go there for breakfast. Mom makes me sit while being petted, but it still is fun.

This afternoon, I went to Walcott’s with Mike, mom’s puppy to get a couple of folding tables from their going out of business sale. I said “good-bye” to many of my friends there. Once again, I had to sit while being greeted.

Mom has been working me pretty hard at door manners. Our new Fuzz Ball goes in and out of the front door fifty times a day to go potty, and I am expected to sit quietly and wait when mom goes in and out. It sure can be tough on a guy!

Mom has had a cold, so she has not felt like walking too much, but she says that It is supposed to me nice tomorrow and she will take me for a walk outside. Then, we will meet a WAGs dog at West Towne. The other puppy (Jordan) and I need work on distractions, so what better way than to meet at West Towne and practice?

Well, that is all for now!

Slick