Look at me in the new crate that my person, Phil, bought for me. I got in it all by myself. Last night he forced me into one that some dog had slept in, and I had a bit of a tantrum. Actually it was a full-on tantrum. I kept both my people awake for a long time, and I peed on Phil’s foot four times today. I guess he got the message. I felt a little guilty today, when I saw what he had bought me, and how hard it was to put it together. Extra is my new bed to go in the crate.
Other news today — I met a nice dog called Roscoe next door. He’s a bit afraid of me, but I think we’re going to be BDFs.