
Ever since I was adopted by mommy and master, I've enjoyed my freedom at home. I know my host mom at the rescue shelter used to leave me inside a dog crate when she went to work, but those days in captivity are history for me.
Somehow this weekend mommy thought it would be a good idea to try dog crating me again. I don't know who gave her that BAD idea.
She bought this portable dog crate to see if I would go in there. My bed and some toys were placed inside, but I knew better to put one paw inside that box.
I walked around it, sniffed it,...