You Can Ring My Bell...!

Or, I should say I can ring my bell...! Mom got this funny looking bell thing from Petsmart the other day. She got it--from all places--the bird department. ! She was looking for some sort of bell thing she could hang on the door, I guess something I can make noise with to let her know I need to go relieve myself outside. Personally with it being the holiday season and all, I'm surprised she couldn't just find me some plain old dignified sleigh bells, but no. She had to get me this silly thing that's made for birds. It has wooden fruit and plastic (plastic!) jewels on it. Enough said.

But this morning I rang the thing all by myself. Hey, if it makes her happy. (that's just the kind of guy I am.) And I did indeed go outside and relieve myself. Yeah, I'm the man. Mom seemed all excited and made a huge deal out of the fact that it only took me a couple of days to figure it out. Doesn't she remember, I AM pedigree?? Of course I'll keep her guessing for a while....sometimes I'll ring it, sometimes I won't. A dog's got to keep some of his dignity, you know.