So it’s been a bit of a circus at our house. Bill and Max have had their friends, Lucy and Madeline, over. We’ve never had four dogs (plus two cats) in the house before, and it was wild! These guys just never stopped playing.
Anyway, we were on our way out to dinner, and I thought to crate the girls because Madeline is unreliable with potty-training, and Lucy wouldn’t stop playing with Max if I didn’t crate her. I wanted them to calm down. I put the girls in their crates and then turned to walk out the door, when I heard a quiet, “Meow.” I turned around to see:
Uh, oops! What’s Chewie doing in there? When I crated the girls, I forgot that Chewie has taken up the habit of sleeping in their crates when they aren’t “home.” We laughed so hard and couldn’t help but snap a few photos before letting Chewie run free. It’s a good he was stuck in there with Lucy and not Max because, well, let’s just say Max is a little “too interested” in him. In Lucy’s case, she actually looked grateful for the company, but by the way Chewie took off as soon as I opened the door, I could tell that he was equally grateful for his freedom.