My husband bought a bell to sit by the door so you can teach your puppy to ring the bell when they need to go out. The first time Jack rang that bell completely on his own, I was so proud I jumped up and down, hollered, danced, praised the fire out of him, gave him peanut butter in his puppy kong. Oh, and yeah, I did take him out.
Then I had to fight the urge to call my husband at work with the glorious news.
