As I'm getting older (I'll be twelve weeks tomorrow), I'm discovering a world of confusion. Take, for example, the living room. It has furniture in it that the humans sit on. Now that I'm big and strong enough to leap onto it, they keep telling me to get down. I thought the whole purpose of furniture was to sit on. Why is it one rule for them and another for me?
And why is it I can't play with the throw cushions on the furniture? To me they look like giant toys, soft and chewy and perfect to sink my teeth into. I mean, by definition, they've already been thrown so instinctively I have to retrieve them. You can't argue with genetics.
I'm also having a problem with their command Down. The humans originally told me it meant to drop onto my belly and now they're telling me it also means to return to floor level. Well, make your minds up. You can't expect me to act when the instructions are unclear. Using the word Off as a replacement isn't any better. It might work for Alexa but I'm a puppy, not a machine. I'm not able to shut down.
The last thing that's confusing me is: if I'm being so naughty, why is the man insisting I pose for pictures? I think he's secretly proud of me.
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