The Crate

I LOVE MY CRATE and I'm not ashamed to admit it. Ever since the hurricane, Melanie has started leaving the bedroom doors open when she leaves me at the apartment. Before this I was limited to the living room, kitchen area...something about making messes out of sight out of mind. Anyway, now that I can go in the bedrooms I have reunited with my crate. I take my PB kong in there and just chew it. Then I usually take a nap. Melanie thinks it's strange that I would prefer the 1" pad in my crate to the nice soft couch, but my hierarchy of softness consists of more than just physical comfort. The crate is all about emotional security! It just feels right to be in there when Melanie leaves me.