I don't wanna make any buddy feel bad, but some buddy poopied in the house twice this week. I'm pretty sure it wasn't mom. I know I didn't poopie in the house, though I did once a long time ago when my tummy was upset.
The some buddy with the poopies is probably Penlapee. Those noisy men keep working on the old house next door. They scare us. I am big and brave. If I really need to go, then I'll go out in the yard.
But Penlapee is little. She hasn't lived here very long. She doesn't feel brave enough to march right out into the yard and make a poopie, no matter how noisy the men are.
Won't those men never be done?
But don't you worry. We keep teaching Penlapee. We never yell at her.
Mom took more pitchers of Penlapee:
Pennlapee lived in a kennel almost her whole life. She has lots to learn. It's my job to teach her. Mom helps.
Okay I love you bye-bye.
Franklin the Bordernese
I just have to tell you that Penlapee's poopie is very, very stinky. I would rather sniff this lady. I know she doesn't mind: