I never go in my crate any more. I used to love being in my special place but now that I'm older I can't maneuver around inside it. It's hard for me to go in and turn around in there.
Imagine my surprise when I saw Cruz's crate! It was nice and big, and I could see everything that went on around me.
I found it quite comfortable.
Cruz was not too happy that I stole his spot.
He kept looking at me as if to say "Get out of my house please."
I eventually gave it back to him, and he was a happy greyhound.
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