House training an eight week old dragon was a lot like house training a puppy, in a lot of ways. First, they were prone to chewing on wires and home entertainment center cables, next was their penchant for waiting until you were at a really good part of the TV show when they would inevitably have to go outside for a potty break. Sure, they were scaly and could fly (sorta—Mortimer was still working on it) but really it was very similar, training and trouble-wise. And at midght cuddle time. And treats time. But not the fire breathing part.