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
I wanted to keep the depth as shallow as possible since it will hang from the wall, so I made the nose short because the tongue has to stick out a fair amount to hold the little votive candle. So it turned out to be a boxer mix. It will need to be painted and I’m not sure how the paint and the heat will work out. The nose still might be too close to the flame. 
Gnawing the Bone 