Today I had my first accident, except it wasn't much of an accident. I felt bad and cried, but it really wasn't my fault. There are some yellowjackets out in the yard that Grandpa is trying to take care of. He got rid of one hive, but they started building another. I kept pawing to go outside so I could try and make friend with the yellowjackets, but Mommy didn't like that. When I actually had to go outside to go potty, she didn't believe me and said she didn't want me to get hurt and I could go out after the yellowjackets were handled. I couldn't hold it, so I walked over and peed on Aunt Dinky's bed and the tile floor. Mommy scooped me up and took me outside. I stopped and finished outside. She didn't get mad and knew it wasn't my fault, but I was still sorry. Now I know how the boy who cried wolf must have felt, but Mommy cleaned up Aunt Dinky's bed and no one will be any the wiser.