I love my dog. I really do. He's incredibly bright for a miniature pinscher. You tell him..."go get your bunny!"...and he returns with his squeaky, stuffed rabbit. You tell him..."go get your rope!"...and he retrieves his tug-of-war toy. You ask him..."do you want to go for a walk?"...and he brings back his leash. So, why...oh why does he continue to pee in the house? Why? He knows he has to go outside. I let him out constantly. And yet...he still has to pee on my floor. Why?
I love you, Patton. But this shit has to stop! You're killing me, smalls!