OK, I confess that I am a very bad girl and that my Mom has every right to call me Pigglet. This morning when Mom came to get me from my crate, I had poop all over the blanket cover. And I even had poop on my feet. Mom had to put me in the bathtub and wash my feet. All this before she even had the chance to eat her breakfast. Mom is cool about it but I know she is upset that I don't seem to be making any progress toward being potty-trained. The upshot, Mom says, is that I make a good practice baby. After me, a human baby will not seem as messy/fussy/dirty... Hooray for optimism!
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