BeBa

Crate training is reinstated for Gilligan. It seems he has forgotten the (carpeted – argh) living room floor is  NOT a pottying facility.

Jake is giddy. He thinks the crate is his own personal play BOX. Bonus that it even has a door to open and shut and open and shut and open and shut and open and shut.

No need to be impatient about it; there’s always a predictable outcome here.

And that’s me behind the dog, hunched over my computer working on the neverending blog transfer chore. Kind of obsessive about it at the moment, in fact.