Alpha says I'm like a whole new terrier this year, because I'm almost three. She says I'm a very good boy when I'm outside and I stay near her and listen to her better than ever before. She says she's very very very proud of me.
I don't know about any of that. You know I'm just the same old me. I just think she's learned to be a better alpha, is all, and therefore I love her more, so I'm extra-devoted to her. She throws the toy for me, and she gives me what I want (except when she puts me in the outdoor playpen, but even then I don't really mind and she is very nice about it and I sit very patiently and watch her dig and stuff). And she lets me bury rawhides and follow her around while she does fun things all day and ride in the wheeeee-barrow and lets me get really tired out and lie down in the shade when I get hot and drink out of the hose and chase birds as long as I don't go too far. And then she says, "HEY!" and that means I have to circle around and come right back. It's all such great fun. I loooooove summer, don't you?
And now I think I deserve another rawhide to bury. Right?