Ok, I'll lay it on the table. I'm a big fat liar when I am sleeping. I am so lazy that I'll say whatever just to end the conversation.
With that being said...Last night, Mike was already in bed, and I fell asleep on the couch while David (Mike's friend that took Bullet) was playing video games. I got up to go to bed, and mumbled to just let himself out when he's ready to leave.
Then the conversation went something like this...
David: Do you want me to crate the dogs when I leave?
Tonya: No.
David: Doesn't Roxy chew stuff up?
Tonya: No.
David: Oh, you guys just let her roam the house now?
Tonya: Yeah.
David: Are you sure? I could have sworn she still thrashes stuff.
Tonya: No, she's fine.
At 3am, I woke up suddenly, realizing what I'd done. I got out of bed to check on the dogs.
Dusty was sleeping on the couch, which is not that big of a deal, but is a nono because they're really muddy from the rain. I gave Dusty some loves then tucked him in bed in the office.
And Roxy, bless her heart, was sleeping in her crate.
"Awww, Roxy...You are such a sweetheart. Good girl for tucking yourself in bed. Come here, love."
She stretches, yawns, and comes out of her crate...
Then I see it. Here are the pics of her crate. They speak for themselves.
The office:
And bless her heart, this is what she looks like just after a gentle quiet "No." She's so sensitive.
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