Mom found all of my "secret" pee spots when she took down the Christmas decorations and since then, a crate has been added to the living room as well restrictions on where I can roam. A fun addition has been this clicker thing that Mom uses to get my attention and to come while on walks. The cool thing is every time I come and get in my crate, I get a yummy treat! All in all the training isn't so bad. Not a fan of the gate closing off the upstairs though. One of my all time favorite things was to "mark" all of the curtains and blankets in the bedrooms. Then they would smell like me and ward off the ghost that seems to haunt our house (I seem to be the only one that can sense it's precence.) Needless to say the humans did not approve of my protection strategy. They likely wouldn't have known better either had it not been for the sneaky Sheriff ratting me out each and everytime. Did he really have to sniff those areas and wag his tail at Mom whenever she came into the room? I think not.
Oh well, Daddy just got home which means lots of extra loves and belly rubs. Here are some new pictures of me to enjoy until I can convince Mom to type again. 
Doggy angels in the snow!
