You can call me Master

I passed my Good Citizen's Exam.  We didn't use pencils (Still no thumbs) and Nana (of course) blew it and gave me a treat so we had to do one test again (I got her trained, enh?)  (I am Canadian...by adoption).  BUT in spite of Nana, I passed. 

It was very stressful:

I was sleeping and she woke me.  But really, you can see my eyes are staring off into the future when I will get my International Therapy Dog Designation.  My eyes are staring at a small Carribean island where all Cues run free and there are no limits on beef jerky.

Todd is not talking to me.