This weekend, there was a neighborhood dog on the loose. He was very friendly and ran right up to my front door. I heard people yelling "Bear," so I think that is his name. He looked a lot like me. Mommy thinks he is a mini Eskie just like me, except he has some biscuit coloring. Grandpa took him home and he got back out again the next day. Maybe someday I can play with him. After all, what are the chances of an all grown up version of me on the same street?

I had a play date at the end of the week. Mommy took me to her friend's house. I met Leeloo and Ivy. Leeloo is a big mixed breed dog, and she is so nice and well behaved. Ivy is a tiny Chihuahua. I pushed her face like I do with Dinky and Minnie, but she didn't like that much. I guess she just didn't want to play with me. Ivy did teach me to use the stairs around the house. Instead of slowly crawling up and down, I can just. If tiny Ivy can do it, I knew I could.

Yesterday, Mommy took me in the front yard on my leash and harness. Grandma says I'm a natural. I don't pull or flop down and refuse to move. I'm learning quickly.

I'm learning more and more that I can't always get what I want. For some reason, Mommy doesn't like me digging in her office trash can, walking out the garage door, or crying to play with Dinky and Minnie in the morning. I'm sure I will figure it all out.