Mini Me is potty trained. We are VERY proud of her. While I am proud of her accomplishment, it brings validation to me finally.
You see, we had a wonderful miniature poodle, named Carter. Carter was sweet and prissy. But he was not potty trained. Never could get that dog house broken.
Then there was Bailey. While this little Yorkie was cute, she was satan's lap dog. We thought she was potty trained, but she was eating her poop. Uggh!
Motor Mouth was almost 4 by the time he was
Mini Me redeemed our parenting abilities.
Thanks, Mini Me!!