They're happy about THAT????

Hey everybody! It's Trixie, and I have some news to tell you. Tonight at dinner, I had to go outside really bad. But they weren't paying attention to me and I remembered that everytime before we went outside to, um, pittle, they would have me hit a silver ball that made a noise and then take me out. So I hit the ball with my paw and everyone started cheering for me. I got to go outside but was so worked up about all the cheering I lost the urge. I ended up going a little though. What's the point with this? Why can't I just go where I want? It's a free country...

Woof Bark Arf Awoo
(Good bye in Dog)
Trixie