I'm not a poopy, I'm a puppy.

I'm trained!

Mostly.

I can't help it if the garbage smells so good and you guys throw away some amazing things like crinkly chip bags and cat litter! Did you know, there are snacks hiding in that litter? Ya! Crunchy on the outside and creamy in the middle!

Ya, I know, I'm wet. But only a little bit.

I'll make a deal with you, you let me in from the out now, and I promise, I will not go jump all up on the furniture or your bed.

Pwetty Pweez?

Look how cute I am. I even put the same foot forward and my eyes are just so adorable. You know you want to let me in the house now. You love me, don't you? I'm like the little annoying sister you never wanted! But, you did pick me, right? Yes you did, I saw you. You picked me up and put me in your truck and drove away from that awful place that made me stay outside in a tiny pen that I had to poop in all the time. So, can I come in now?

Hey.

Um, human?

This wasn't part of the deal. I said I wouldn't jump on the bed.

C'mon, open up!

I know you hear me talking to you out here. DO I need to spell it out for you?

(Maybe he can't hear me through this huge wall.)

Here, I will just try and reach under here - and - (mruf) - send you some sign (urf) language. Do you see me know? Do you understand the words that aren't coming out of my mouth? Er, paws? At least I'm me. REMEMBER TO BE YOU! I always am, even while deciphering sign dog language.