The next day, Brenda writes:
Day Two finds him eating like a little pig, going outside to play & potty.
It's so cold outside he shivers, thus the little playboy jacket he has on.
He has been all over the yard and Anya loves him!
Later that day:
I just let him out of his crate to go potty.
I can't find him so I am yelling for him,
I find him in the bathroom with his little head in the garbage can.
I pick him up and say, "You don't need to get in there!"
Of course, he's wagging his tail the whole time.
I put him down and he knows where the water bowl is;
he stops there and then outside he runs.
He's so blessed cute.
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