Welcome to my crate! This is my second bed. The house is my first bed, this is my second bed, and I have a 3rd crate, which my human calls my mobile home (its what I sleep in when I'm refueling while she is working).
Anyway, this is the biggest crate out there right now and it consists of four blankets, Larry the Lobster, a bone, ball of ropes and a soft furry mat like thing. Let me make this clear right now...I only like to be in here when I CHOOSE to be in here. I do not like to be left in here, at all! My human tends to leave sometimes and leaves me in it! Can you believe it! She leaves me!
What I don't undestand is why she can't at least leave me to rule the house and all of the contents in it. I bless everything that comes in contact with my teeth (I don't think humans understand this concept). Let me show you times when I may CHOOSE to be in my crate...
So, I can't decide...do I love the crate or do I hate the crate. Well, I guess the way I can leave it right now is that we have a love - hate relationship. I love to be in it (when I want to be in it) and the crate hates me when I have to be in it (good thing it's pretty durable).
I must go and find a piece of earth that is worthy of my poo! More later!
Mr. T-Bone Beasley