Yesterday, we went to the grocery store. My dad told us to get in the car. We were so excited about going on a trip, we couldn't stop barking. Ceasar Milan, the Dog Whisperer, would tell my mom not to confuse excitement with happiness. Thank goodness my mom doesn't take everything she reads seriously. She expects us to behave properly when other people are around but when our family is alone, she let us get excited as long as we don't get too wild. When she scowls and yells, "That's enough, dogs," we know it's time to settle down.