Mom was busy finishing the quilt, so she was not using the 'puter too much and as a result neither was I. She is finished with it and has given to Karen for the Hike 'N Howl. I hope it brings in LOTS of money for the doggies.
Mom has another new stuffie., It's name is Mush Mush - funny name. It is a tiny little thing and it is funny looking. She said it is a Boyd's - whatever that is?
Well, as I've said I finally got my way - I do not have to sleep in the crate any more. Now don't get me wrong, my crate is nice and it is cozy, but I only want to go in there when I want to, and I don't like the door locked.
Mom & Dad have been putting me in my crate at night when they went to bed - I have refused to go up the stairs and for awhile I was chewing on the furniture, especially the rocking chair with the stuffies on it! Well, I do not chew on the furniture anymore, so I don't think I need to be locked in my crate. So I have been letting myself out at night after they go to bed. It didn't seem to bother them too much except the one night I peed on the floor, but noone was down here to let me out so what did they expect?
Anyway this went on for about a week. Then one night Frank, my human brother put a lock on my crate and I could not get out. I tried and tried but I just could not get the lock off. I couldn't open the latch either. I tried so hard that my paws started bleeding and my nails were all chipped. Mom really freaked out. She called the vet and asked them what to do about my paws - he said to put something called neosporin on my paws.
When they went to bed that night Dad carried me upstairs. It was really wierd to sleep up there. Of course, I made him carry me down in the morning - I don't do the house stairs. The next night I also refused to go up stairs at bedtime, so Dad said to just leave me alone down here and see what happens.
Nothing happened. I just made myself comfy in my favorite spot by the sofa and went to sleep. So, I finally got my way - I only go in my crate when it is convient to me!