Thursday, June 3, 2010
Guess what? I go in my crate when I am tired and I lay down with one of my many friends I have pulled in there (including one of my dads dirty socks). Last night I didn't wake on once I stayed in my crate with the door open, but I stayed in there. Auntie Gail laughed when she seen that my mom had the crate on the bed. But it has to be there, my mom would get so lonely and scared if it wasn't. I help keep her relaxed which allows her to sleep better.