Dear Miss Puppy:
Remember that time I said I was afraid of the high energy of pit bulls and preferred couch potatoey dogs that would just wait patiently to be patted? And remember how your contract clearly stated that your breed, Tibetan Terrier, would exactly fit the couch potato job description, and therefore you wouldn't require an excessive amount of activity? Remember all that?
Well, what happened yesterday when I had that cookie in my hand and asked you to lie down and you rocketed into the air and grabbed the cookie, biting my finger in your excitement?
I was just wondering.
PS: if you have a moment, click on the first link in this post. It's funny.
