Learned helplessness?

So tell me my friends and faithful readers, what does learned helplessness mean? Mom said that as she put me on the bed tonight. I can't help it. I stared and stared and stared at the stairs (stares?) but couldn't get up enough nerve to get up them. She doesn't understand how long it takes me to work up the nerve when she's not in here. Oh well.

Ooh. A fly. Snap! Zooom I'm off. I snagged mom's phone and am now blogging from the kennel. I like the darkness in here.

Ooh. There goes Jingles. Zooooom. I'm off again. Now mom said I had ADD. What's that? Why can't she talk in words I understand? ~sigh~

When mom left yesterday morning, she said she'd be back this evening. Brother J and I got so excited about seeing her. As a present, we pulled allllllll the covers off her bed. Sweet, huh? Then we spent most of the evening wrestling on her. She says we are brats, annoying, and lots of those other words I don't understand. Oh well. She ends up letting us give her kisses so she must love us.

Ut oh. I think mom noticed I took her phone. Gotta go. Keep your fingers crossed that I can make it up the stairs WITH the phone.

Ciao,
Spence