Wow.

There's really not a title that can adequately convey the feeling you have the first time your puppy manages to hop on TOP of the kitchen table.

Here's how it went down. I'm laying on the couch on a very lazy Friday evening when the following dialogue takes place:

Adam: Bruce! Oh my god! What the [expletive]?!
Rachel (running into kitchen): What happened? Did he poop everywhere? Break the --- (enters kitchen and bursts into uncontrollable laughter)
Adam: Bruce! Get off! Wait...stay while we get the camera.

So, before Bruce got to practice his OFF! command, he got to chew on this banana a bit in order for his oh so responsible parents to document what we can only hope was a once in a lifetime feat of getting onto the bar-height kitchen table.