Last night, Mommy wanted me to get up so I could get ready for bed–you know, last potty break, brush my fur and brush my teeth–but I was so sleepy, I really didn’t want to move.  She tried a bunch of different things to get me to get up, but I was really sleepy and pretty unamused.

Sometimes when she or Daddy say “squirrel!” I get up with excitement, but I’m not a puppy anymore and I know their tricks.  Or at least I remembered last night.  Pull out something tasty to eat, however, and then we can talk.  What do you say?  Woof!