Sunday, 29th, Day 9...

Dear Dad and Pa,

I sowwy.

I know. You have new carpet too. Beige carpet. It smells nice.

I know Dad is having that thing he called a 'Migraine' and that Pa has a thing he called a 'Kidney Stone' and that this is a 'Weekend' and thus, much, MUCH sleeping occurrs...

I know potty-time is when Pa leaves in the morning for work, and when Pa comes home from work... and in the middle of the day with Dad, when we have our 'afternoon constitutional' and we go to steal the mail from the mailbox he swears is ours. (even if the mail DOES smell like it belongs to someone else, and the dog in the hall says everything out there belongs to HIM.) *sigh*

I enjoyed my walk this morning with Pa, very much.

I am glad Dad came out for a little bit and snuggled me, and gave me a cookie... before he went back to bed.

...but I wish I had remembered to tell Pa... Dad was sleeping, when we usually take our walk. He didn't feel good.

Dad watched the thing called the Oscars, with Pa. They were giving out 'awards' for acting.

I deserve an award.

I was acting VERY well.

...I drank my water bowl empty, and I missed a potty walk, and the Oscars go on forever and ever and EVER....

I was acting like I did not have to PEE.

Do the people on that tv program have to talk SO much?

...I can only act so good, you know, for so long...

...then I HAVE. TO. PEE.

I'm sorry about the carpet.

Thank you for the walk though, and for not being mad at me, and for risking missing who was going to win the next 'award' while you let me go outside to finish peeing...

...You will notice, I hope, I peed in my favorite laying-down-and-watching-the-kitties place.

I did not want to soil Pa's favorite wool-rug, and I did not want to soil Dad's favorite sitting place, and I did not want to soil the kittie's rolling-around-and-meowing place... even if I do occasionally want to chase them, and possibly even eat them. (I'm still undecided on that part.)

I hope that I deserve an award for behaving so sweetly, even though a Rottie can pee a HUGE puddle, and I had to pee so very badly- I held most of it untill we went outside properly, you noticed that, yes?

...you don't have a garage, do you?

I hope not.

Big Bertha