The grand experiment...

Myrtle has announced that we are beginning The Grand Experiment.  The dining room is now open for business...just still not my business!

You see, when I was but a little pup, my favorite indoor place to do outdoor activities was the dining room.  After umpteen thousand accidents, in a fit of pique, Myrtle closed the pocket French doors and set up a baby gate between the dining room and kitchen.  I was shut out.  Completely. I believe this move was rash and rather unfair.  I also believe that Myrtle should long have been practicing far more forgiveness than she has in this matter.

Well, I have kept up an unrelenting campaign ever since our canine visitor departed for Myrtle to allow me entrance to this most wondrous of rooms.

While she was here, Seri got to spend practically all her time in the dining room.  AND her free reign was allowed to continue despite the fact that she had several accidents since, as a baby puppy, she's still learning about the proper disposition of her bodily functions.  Now, does that sound fair to you? Seri had free run of the room while I was left to make do with peering over the gate or through the lowest panes of the French doors.

I am nearly 15-months old now.  I have lived with Myrtle for over a year, absorbing all those millions upon millions of house rules.  Fairly consistently, I have proven that, unless my puppy momma is being negligent on noticing my communicative efforts regarding my bodily needs, I understand all said activity needs to take place out of doors. Therefore, I believe it is high time that I be given access to the dining room.  After all, there is this fantastic table around which I can run laps, there are wooden grates in the floor that allow me to peer down into the basement, and I can get from the GREEN chair to my water bowl in a fraction of the time it takes to go across the living room to the foyer, through the parlor, and then across the kitchen to where my water bowl resides.

Today, victory was achieved!  After much lecturing about trust and responsibility and how second chances do not come around all that frequently, Myrtle opened the French doors without quickly shutting them again in my face.  Yes, I, Amos Adams, am now free to spend as much time as I wish sniffing about, exercising, and taking short-cuts.

This is my life with Myrtle.  Amos Adams signing off!