I hold the crate door open for Fleegle.
He stands his ground and stares at me. “No. I’m not going in my crate.”
“Why not?” I ask.
“Because.”
“Because what?”
“How come it’s my crate? Why isn’t it yours?”
I look at the crate, which is small for me, then back at him. “Well, have you ever seen me get in it?”
“If you get in I’ll get in.”
“I’m sure you would. That would be very cozy.”
“I like cozy.”
“I know you do,” I say and toss a dog cookie in the back of the crate.
“Oh boy, a cookie,” he says as he runs in after it. His tail thumps against the inside of the crate as the cookie crunches inside his mouth.
I put a Kong stuffed with frozen peanut butter in behind him and close the door. He hears the latch close and turns around to face the door.
“Cat butt! I fell for it again, didn’t I?”
“Yes, you did.”
Next: Negotiating with Cookies #3 – The Remote
Start at the beginning: Negotiating with Cookies #1 – Stinky Butt
Cat butt! You bipeds are so deceptive.
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We do this too – today my pupalups had free reign and were on our bed
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my dog Fizzy doesn’t even know what a crate is. But I imagine he’d willingly get in and then think “I’ve made a terrible mistake”
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This Is Hilarious – That Fleegle is some talker
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