Oh. My. God.

I went outside.

There were so many new smells and sights and sounds! It took me a while to get used to the harness and leash, but eventually, I get the hang of walking. Well, trotting. I prefer to prance, actually.

But it is so much fun. I chase Mommy while the Jess-ter walks me, or I chase J's pant legs while Mommy walks me, but either way, I like it. I don't like the cold. I don't like the wind. I don't like the wet sidewalk. Curbs scare me. I like to eat leaves and twigs and branches, so without that distraction I prefer to simply do my business in the middle of the sidewalk. I hate waiting in the cold outside the supermarket. Mommy usually puts me in her coat, but I squirm and wiggle so much, I don't stay inside too long.

Also. People love me. I'm serious. People stop to look at me and tell me how cute I am. I usually take this opportunity to stop walking and take a break by shaking everything out.

(Mom's note: She had no problem going poop outside, but the piddles where few and far between all weekend. Even with the little cut-up squares of piddle pad I would put down! Any suggestions for this transitional period? In a city? While crate training?)