The lady got a big dog crate for me to use. I guess she didn't remember that I don't like to be inside a dog house. What I do like about dog houses is tearing out the blankets and cushions that are inside them. I know I did this as a puppy, but there are some things a dog like me just can't seem to grow out of. It's just too much fun.The lady doesn't learn very quickly though. She gave me a mean look, called me a bad dog until I really did feel ashamed of myself, then put the blanket and the remainder of the torn up foam back in the dog crate.
Did she think I didn't see the foam hiding under the blanket? I know I shouldn't have. I knew I'd get yelled at, but again, it was too tempting. Why is it so fun too tear up foam? You take a bite and spit out the little tiny pieces and then do it all over again. Pull and tear, pull and tear. What's not to like?
I'll tell you. The lady yelling at me and shaming me till I shrunk down to my belly.
Justin has been gone to Colorado Springs lately, so I have been sleeping outside with Shasta. It's ok...until I hear a siren. It sounds so sad and I have an irresistible urge to howl, so I do. Loud, forlorn, and with great feeling I put my head up and howl to match the siren's scream. I've found that is a super quick way to get my least favorite collar put on. Anyway, I still get a few good howls in.
The lady is getting me another collar as I shook off my choke collar at the park. She tried tying me out front while she worked, but I got out of another choke collar and went exploring. It's not like I don't come back; I just don't come back when they want me to. She shamed me again. Hate that.
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