This was what L came home today, having left the dogs alone for about four hours. HRH, he said, had slunk under the dining table, having none of this.
Rupert is incarcerated in his time-out in the crate in the corner -- which, in peace time, actually makes a very pretty occassional table with a bright lime green throw over it.
Sometimes, I don't know what to make of Rupert. He gets a time-out when he's done something naughty -- usually, a housetraining violation that involves peeing anywhere other than the pee pad. The last few times he did this, he put his tail down and slunk into his crate to time-out himself. If he knew he had been naughty, why did he do it in the first place?
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