Fifteen days until my mom and dad go to California to visit Atticus who is a baby and babies wear the best underwear. Too bad I can't go because I am too big to fit under the seat so I would have to fly in the plane's belly and I don't ever want to be in the belly of anything, ever. So no baby underwear for me. When they go, I have to stay with Tory the trainer who I took a class with a while ago and I was top of my class of two dogs. The other dog was a miniature pincher/chihuahua mix named Tucker, and he was a total spaz who peed all over all the time and who used to bounce like a grasshopper but he was my best friend. So I will stay with Tory who is ok, I guess, but since I don't really trust anyone but my mom and dad, my mom is really nervous which I am too. My mom said that Tory is going to help me with my "social skills" and I think that is stupid because I have social skills - jeez I have friends in Singapore and Australia and all over the country now. Maybe my mom and Tory need to work on their social skills because I think I am fine.
My grandma comes over two times a week to take me out to pee and I don't even try to bite her anymore and she gives me food and it's not that bad now that I know she isn't here to kill me. In fact, I only shied away from her when she put my leash on today and I ran and pooped at the same time because it's so cold here - that's multitasking!
So off to Tory's soon where I get to learn to be a dog who likes everyone even though I'm really happy with my mom and dad.
Here's a picture of me looking charming.
And here's a video of me doing a trick I learned in Tory's class.