So here I am feeling all happy and excited because I’m getting a lot more freedom these days. Fred and Barbara are letting me wander pretty much anywhere around the house, except in the living room. And I come across this really nice, wet, juicy wash cloth. What’s a Golden Retriever to do, but retrieve? Isn’t that what I’m supposed to do?

But something inside me said, “This is not a good thing to do. Fred and Barbara are not going to be happy.” So I snatched the juicy gem as fast as I could and ran into my crate.

A doggie’s crate should be it’s castle, shouldn’t it? Sort of like an American embassy in a foreign country on a little piece of American soil. So isn’t my crate a protected doggie sanctuary in the middle of Fred and Barbara Land?

Well, I thought so, but guess what? BUSTED! Fred reached right into my doggie sanctuary and grabbed the wash cloth out of my mouth. I didn’t make it easy for him, but he was able to get it. He said something about, “What if you swallow the thing, Callie?”

That’s twice, now, that I’ve been busted on my own private piece of land. On April Fool’s Day, I grabbed one of Barbara’s socks and ran into my crate, thinking I’d be safe. But guess again. Poor Callie; no place to hide.

It’s funny. I love the freedom I have to roam around the house & just hang out. But I really love my crate, too. Sometimes it feels good to just go in there to get a drink of water or just to lie down and rest for a few minutes. This crate-training stuff is OK.

Bye for now.

Callie

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