Every night when it’s time for bed, I say “Night Night” and the dogs go in their crate.
If Jet’s door isn’t wide open, He’ll stand there staring at it, wanting me to open the door.
So I open it wide and he saunters in.
The other day, I went out for a break, and the boys – Jet and Jasper, went to grab squeaky balls. Jet’s was pinned by the door of his cage. He grabbed the door with his teeth, opened it, and grabbed his ball.
Punk.
He could do it the whole time.
Didn’t want to. Wants me to.
Inspected By Pat 