This one's for my mom. Well, I guess I have to be more aspiffic. This one's for Shya. Shya, I'm sorry I pooped inside by the tree. Sometimes when I'm over there by the tree it seems like I'm outside, and I get so excited about pooping that I can't help it and I just have to go. Then I look up afterward and I see that I'm inside after all, and then I run away into the kitchen or something so you won't know it was me. But you always know. Please don't put me in the crate before bedtime. I want to come with you to the movies.