wet.
Whoa!
- Whoa!
- Michelangelo! Sit! Stay!
Heel! Oh, crikey.
Oh... my... God!
He's having
an anxiety attack!
Come here. Got ya.
Now, that went well,
didn't it? Idiot!
Oh, shut up.
Haven't you done enough?
Come along. Goodness.
You have no idea
how traumatic it was, Doctor.
The deeply buried feelings
it dredged up.
I just had a flash.
Do you think I had issues with
potty training when I was a child?
Mrs. Sedgwick,
would you please sit up?
This is Michelangelo's
appointment.
Oh!
Of course.
I see there's a lot
of hostility today.
That's just it, Doctor.
All that hostility, all that acting out.
It's all so sudden.
Where is it coming from?
- Do you want to know what I think?
- Of course.
I think Michelangelo
is reacting to a lack of affection.
Well, that's ridiculous.
I'm fairly sure my daughter
gives him affection.
- You're fairly sure?
- Well, I've seen them together.
Mrs. Sedgwick, do you give Michelangelo
affection? Physical affection.
I try to give him
his space.
What about your daughter?
- Well, I-I told you, I'm fairly sure...
- No, no.
I mean, do you give
your daughter affection?
Dr. Brothers,
as you pointed out,
this is Michelangelo's
appointment, not mine.
Mrs. Sedgwick, I think the problem
is deeper than Michelangelo.
He's merely the first one
to exhibit symptoms.
- What are you writing now?
- Notes from my new book.
When you people fell out of the stupid
tree, you hit every branch on the way down.
Heel.
Good boy.
Sit.
Brennan, look!
Can you believe this?
I don't know what it is. I mean, my dog
just can't seem to learn anything.
I wish he was more
like Beethoven.
Well, it didn't just
happen overnight, you know.
Um, you just, you know,
gotta keep at it,
and eventually it'll
all come together.
You just gotta, um,
be patient, mostly, and a lot
of hard work and stuff.
Thanks.
- Well, I gotta go.
- I-I gotta go too.
- Okay, bye.
- Bye.
- Bye. Okay.
- I guess I'll see you later, then.
It's just incredible,
that's all.
I mean, top student
in the class.
A beautiful girl
likes me.
It just doesn't work
that way in high school.
Brennan, are you
worried about Beethoven?
Oh, yeah. Real worried. I'm worried that
he's gonna turn me into such a babe magnet,
I won't have time
to eat or sleep.
Brennan, I mean it.
Beethoven's not the same dog
he used to be.
What are you talking about?
I mean, all our problems are over.
Beethoven's finally
learning how to obey.
Mom's cooled off about
sending him off to some farm.
Hey, my math grades are better
than they've ever been.
- Brennan, I mean it.
- I think he's totally fine, okay?
Come on.
Oh, no.
Phoebe again.
Don't worry about it.
Go on, do your stuff, boy.
Beethoven!
Where are you going? Come on!
Run!
- Beethoven!
- Run, Sara, run!
- Beethoven!
- Get back here, you weenie!
Beethoven, I know I haven't
always been your biggest fan,
but I can see you're
working hard to fit in.
Honey, do you think
he's okay?
Are you kidding?
If anybody's okay around here,
it's Beethoven.
I mean, he's not making a mess.
He's not chasing the mailman.
He's not even drooling.
Sure, 'cause all he does
is lie around all day.
Well, then I guess
he's just civilized.
No! No, see, that's no good.
I need him to do something.
- Like what?
- I don't know.
Anything.
I need his inspiration.
Come on, boy.
Pee on the rug.
Just like old times.
Pee on the rug.
- Richard!
- Look, I'm counting on him...
to give me some ideas
for this new pet card thing.
I'm dying out there, honey.
Come on, boy. Come on!
Come on, boy, jump on the couch.
Rip up a pillow!
Martha, I just don't see
what the problem is.
He seems perfectly all right.
- He attacked your personal trainer this morning.
- That's fine with me.
The man was making me
do leg lifts.
I'm sorry. I just don't
see how this concerns us.
I mean, can't the staff
handle this?
This isn't about the staff.
It's about the