Yep, he’s a pretty good dog these days.
Yep, that’s a scar on his nose.
Yep, that’s a chipped tooth.
Yeah, they’re both new.
Nope, he still doesn’t dig the cage.
I don’t know. No more than a few hours at a time, when neither of us is in the house – otherwise he’ll chew through the walls to come find us.
Yeah, some dogs don’t fall for that “it’s a happy place!” horseshit.
Yep, that’s the cage right there.
Yep, the door does kind of look folded.
Yep, it is pretty hard to close.
With his face, apparently; hence the scar. Oh, and that one tooth.
Nope, the vet says if it’s not hurting him it’s okay to keep it in.
Yep, it looks awful.
Nope, I guess the nerves in their teeth aren’t as close to the surface as ours.
Yep, I freaked out a little.
Nope, we’re keeping this cage.
Yep, he stays in there pretty nicely these days.
What’s that? Oh: how do we keep him in there, when he was able to fold over a door made of 1/8″ metal rods? Twist ties.
Yep, the kind from a bread bag.
Nope, he hasn’t even tried since we started hooking them onto the cage door.
I don’t know, man. I just don’t know.
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