Brian Gotta

When He first brought me Home, I was naughty. I would accidentally go potty inside The Big House and He would say, “Aaargh! No! Get out in the yard!”, grab me by the thing around my neck, show me what I did, and then open the slide door and put me outside. He would say, “Go potty! Outside! Yard!” He would point at the grass with His finger. “Potty. Grass!” Because I was little and not very smart, I didn’t understand what He meant, and I would just look at Him and bow my head. I learned that when I did that, it would make His face go from mad to something not mad. Then He would let me back in the house. This was a very useful trick that I used often when I was a puppy still figuring everything out.

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