At the risk of inappropriate self-disclosure, it has been a rough day for me. The painter has been at our house for about three weeks now and while he’s been here it has been noisy so my nap schedule has suffered and, I fear, so has my impulse control. Yesterday I got no walk because of the rain and today Mom didn’t feel well so all I got to do was play with Grady and run a little in the front yard. That’s hardly the work out schedule I’m accustomed to.
So, by the time I got to the building for training, I was ready to go!!!! Grady got to take his turn before me and I was very frustrated and felt it was unfair. Unfortunately for you, your crate pan took quite a beating from me and for that I am very sorry. If it makes you feel any better, my Mom was furious and she jerked me out of the crate and took me to the car and it was a very, very, VERY long time before we both calmed down. When we went back inside I tried to tell her I didn’t want to go back in the crate but it quickly became clear that was non-negotiable so in I went. This time, I really fought the urge to chew anything and I think I was pretty successful because Mom finally did some training with me. My weave poles are coming along nicely, by the way.
All that to say, you now have a new crate pan and it looks fabulous! You also won’t have to worry about me tearing that up because Mom said I am banned from your crate for the next 20 years. (Fine by me).
Thank-you for your understanding and patience. I hope we can remain friends.
Dawson Earnest Huntley
President and CEO
Abolish the Crate Federation