I used to really really hate my time in the crate. When the foster lady used to say "Winnie, lets go in your house!" I would run away and then I would make myself real heavy when she picked me up to take me to the lonely and sad crate.
Now, at the new house, I like my crate much better. I can see almost every room from my crate. In the morning, after breakfast, I like to go into my crate and curl up to get just a little bit more beauty sleep.
Its not so bad after all.
I don't mind my crate at all. I have learned it's a good place and get good stuffs and sleep when I am in there.
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What a good girl, Winnie.
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