Zeeter wants that toy at the window my foster mom got for me. Zeetie just takes all new toys even though they are for me. That seems to be a rule she made. In fact, if she decides she wants any of the toys, new or old, she just takes whatever she wants.
BETA took me in?
I am pretty good at going upstairs, and downstairs but need to take my time.
I decided I didn't like spending my nights sleeping in my crate, and made that very clear at 3:00 one morning. Haha, I won. I get to sleep next to my fosters' bed on my own bed, now. This is the best because I am close to them, and I sleep right through the night.
I am becoming pretty confident in my surroundings. I'll even challenge all the house dogs just to see where I stand. Well, so far, I'm still at the bottom of the dog pole. Zeetie will ignore me because I'm a silly puppy. Sometimes. Other times, she lays into me when I purr at her. She is so unpredictable. Max doesn't understand me, and well, Trickster tries to avoid me because I'm a silly puppy. If he can't, he gets pretty mad at me.
I have, what I thought, were a lot of toys (okay, Zeetie's toys). I need a few more, though. Those squeakers don't last forever. And, I found some toys called shoes, too. They are pretty tasty, but they took those all away from me.
On house-training. I have my fosters fairly well-trained that when I circle fast and whine, I need to go pee. They are finally learning how often I need to go out. I don't like to pee in the house, and they should know that.
Me with a few of my toys. Zeetie lets me play with these. Sometimes.