I have been very good this week. I have not eaten butter, or raw chicken, or cake, or anything made out of aluminum (there was that one turkey tootsie roll I snagged off the driveway, but heck, it's not like the people want those - so they shouldn't count). I have not broken anything either. I never mean for anything to break, but you should try getting things off the counter with no hands. It's not easy. But I'm not going to do that anymore, so we'll not worry about that. I also did better walking past other dogs this week, with only a single bark or two. Not a single full blown psycho-dog episode. Yaaaaaay me!! I am a good dog.