Sophie helps clean the cage, but it has to be done QUICKLY or she gets mad! Very mad! She'll grunt and box me.

Night before last, I received a telephone call as I was cleaning her cage. So here I am half-way in/half-way out of her cage (it's actually a crate/kennel for golden retriever sized dogs), cordless phone pressed between my neck/head/shoulder, and a bunny tugging on my shirt tail behind me. "MOM GET OUTTA MY HOUZE!!"

Sophie's favorite "forbidden" place is my (walk-in) closet---if I accidentally leave it open -- you can just see her whole being light up as she runs full-tilt --ear a' floppin'-- towards the closet door! silly girl!