Daisy here. Smoke, listen up. When I was just a pup, I peed in the house a lot. Mommy would always yell though, and say, "BAD dog Daisy! You do your pippees outSIDE!" I think pippees is pee in Mom's puppy talk. Anyway, I hated lettin' Mom down and gettin' her all mad at me, so finally I just started goin' outside, and it's not so bad! And don't be shy 'bout it, everyone's gotta go sometimes. Even hyoomins, I know, cuz sometimes if people don't close the baffroom door all the way I push it open. They get real embarassed too, but they shoudln't. I do my duties no matter what, anywhere outside is A OK with me! Good luck with that, K? Cinder, I LOVE Cheerios! But same problem here, Mom ate the WHOLE box. I got back at her by eating a loaf of bread so she went lunchless the next day. Hyoomans CAN be difficult. Listen to my day: first Mom gave me a BATH... yah, a bath. With lots of water. I hate water. Only good thing about a bath is that afterwards, I go crazy and shake and roll on everything, uncluding everyone's beds. I kinda got in trouble though when I rolled on Grandpa's bed, cuz he was still in it. Anyway, that's not all that happened to me. Then when I thought I was safe, out come the nail clippers! Those things are just bad luck, ya know? So Mom and her sister hold me down real tight and Mom starts to chop a paw when she realizes the darn things are broken! But she said I needed my nails clipped (I thought they looked just fine, and they made cool noises when I ran on the tile) so she used the broken things anyway, and it took her 15 minutes 'till I was free because the things did a bad job. It was a rough day. Don't worry though, I played it up real good and I got lots of treats and kisses. Well I gotta go, I think I smell some bad cats, so good luck with your trainin' Smoke, and Cind, just go eat a loaf of bread to get Dad back.
Woof,
Daisy