Crate
Joan has been doing something funny with me. For the past 3 years, I've always had my own bed that is on the floor. In fact, I have two beds - one for downstairs and one for upstairs in her bedroom (or for travel b/c it is smaller). Well, several weeks ago, Joan brought out this crate and set it up upstairs in her bedroom and put my nighttime bed in it! I remember this crate because I slept in it when we went to Itasca State Park last fall (I do have a good memory). Joan made me sleep outside on the deck while she was inside a cabin!
Well, first she had me go in but it made some funny sounds so I left it. Then she put something underneath it and then I went in and it was just okay. I only stayed for a bit. At night, she'd have me go in - she always left the door open - and I'd stay in there for a bit and then I'd get up and go sleep in the hallway. After a week or so, I started to sleep in my crate-it actually is comfy and cozy. Then when Joan went to Texas, she put the crate downstairs, as you see in these pictures. One is of me eating a biscuit. The other is a time that she closed the door on it and then she went to take a shower. I was absolutely fine with that. I will go in the crate at night or if she tells me to go in, but generally I like to be out and about when I'm downstairs. I'm still not exactly sure why she all the sudden brought this out but I think it might have to do with the game she said we're gonna start playing called "Where in the U.S. is Bosco?" hmmm.
Eating a Bone!
Waiting for Joan to take a shower....
