My people were good and didn't get to mad at me when I had an accident the house yesterday. They had left the bedroom door open so I could come and go as I pleased in the night. Early in the morning I had to go out and I went to the back door and barked. They chose to ignore me. Since the gate wasn't blocking my access to the basement after a snack of cat food, I went downstairs and peed in the hall and pooped in the corner of the Man's dungeon.
When they found it, they were a little mad, but they didn't scold me, they just gave me the disappointed look. They realize I was barking to tell them to get up and they didn't.
I bet I am locked in the bedroom the rest of the week!