A typical morning....

Every morning I wake my mom up with a subtle screaching YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWN!!!!! from my crate downstairs. They say I have to sleep in here because I might get into trouble. Trouble? Me? Please! It isn't my fault that I can reach all the tables, counters, sinks, and cupboards. I'm a good boy. I just like to eat. When mom finally lets me outside, I take my time. Then it's time for a hearty breakfast: 6 cups now, 6 cups at dinner. Then it's time for a rest and a romp with "my girl". My girl is my responsibility. She is a good puppy, but looks too much like a human for my taste. Oh well. We play keep away, chase, hide the toy, and tag. Mom gets out the vaccumn and I protect her from it. Then I take a nap. Baby sitting and vaccumn attacking takes a lot out of a puppy.