Olivia, Olivia, Olivia. What can I say? It's fantastic watching you reach all your milestones, and I'm very proud of you. My heart swells with pride. When you peed consistently on the puddle pad at 7 weeks old, I was thrilled. When you did your business outside when I put you down, I couldn't think of anything greater. When you were 9 weeks old and learned to play fetch, I thought, "WOW! Fetch at such an early age?". And then when you were 10 weeks, you figured out how to knock down all the baby gates that have kept Yoda (2) and Charly (5) out of the cat zone for the last 2 years just so you could see what was on the other side. I thought, "Danm, what a smart dog!" At 11 weeks you were able to catch up with Charly and Yoda and play with the "big guys" even though you were so small, what courage you have! Now, at 12 weeks and only as long as my thighs, you can jump up on the couch all by yourself. You're growing up.
I just have one question. Why do you think it's okay to jump up on the couch just to pee on it when there are several puddle pads around that house? Really, the couch? The cushions can't be turned over. That is very thoughtless of you. Please, please, please, Olivia, USE THE PUDDLE PADS OR GO OUTSIDE! I would greatly appreciate that.