Mom said she thought I had grown out of this phase, and she suspects I'm acting out because I've been a little cooped up because of the weather. So, she took me--just me, Porter stayed home--to the pet stores for a walk and to work on some training.
While we were there I growled at a little Pomeranian and tried to maul a fluffy Golden Retreiver-esque puppy.
Mom says I must be possessed.
(But I did sit very nicely at the pet store while she looked at leashes--doesn't that count for something?)