Mommy finally came home from walking out to the mailbox. It took her practically forever. Very plainly I told her that my favorite squeaky purple bone rolled underneath the couch all by itself. Apparently she is hard of hearing because I had to say it over and over before she heard me. At last she fished it out. Weeeeeeee puppy blitz! It puzzles me why my family sits and looks at a big loud box on the wall or taps their paws on those metal thingies on their laps. I sit beside my mommy with one of my toys and push it with my nose until it falls down there on the floor way way down there. So I tell her to pick it up for me. I growl at it and growl at it and bark at it and finally she does. Humans are so hard to train!