I tried to put Scratchy in it and turn it into a cat jail, but for some reason that didn’t work.
And I keep getting locked in that dog jail every time my person leaves the house.
Don’t tell my person, but I have to admit something.
I’m kind of starting to like that dog jail.
And here’s why.
I’m getting a lot of extra treats because of it.
Every time my person wants me to go in there she puts treats inside.
I hope she never finds out that I’ll go in there without the treats, because treats are what I live for.
And I can sleep in that dog jail just as well as I can sleep on the carpet.
But there is one problem with it.
While I’m locked in dog jail I can’t steal the cat food.
So I’m having to take some bigger chances.
It’s easier when my person isn’t in the house, but now the farthest away she’ll be without seeing me is another room.
Next time I think I’d better wait until she’s farther away than the next room.
You had your camera in your hand already?
Person, you can’t put these pictures on my blog. There’s dirty dishes on your counter.
As long as my person is going to embarrass herself with these pictures, I might as well finish the job.
At least if I get in trouble now it was worth it.