I will never go in that tiny crate again. Also, note, blue is my color.
Someone tooted …
I waited until Lu wasn’t looking, curled up in a small corner of her bed, and she didn’t even notice!
Uncle Paul knows how to hold me.
With my ferocious barking, I subdued this threatening rock.
This crate is far too small but its no matter because I don’t quite realize my size.
The couch is a wonderfully elevated and soft place to wrestle with my toys.
Sit is the answer
Puppy meets snow
