My humans are a funny bunch, when they first got me they had this wild idea of crate training me and proceeded to buy a crate for me. It was going to be my refuge, a place to call my own, a place for me to retire to when I am tired...
But what they failed to appreciate is: why would I settle for a dinky little crate when I could potentially be an inside dog? I mean all the exciting things happen INSIDE the house and where did they put my crate? Just outside the kitchen. 'Nuff said.
I still sometimes lie inside the crate as they seem to get really excited when I do that.
I look big and imposing when the picture is taken from this angle!
Smiley me!
I really look at home here don't I?
Contemplative look...
I still prefer being indoors though!
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