I would've taken a photo, but I was afraid the goofy thing would try to jump off the crate and knock himself out. The look on his face was priceless, though. He was staring a hole in me. Weird dog.
I expected that kind of behavior from the Italian Greyhounds I've had. I came home one day from work to find two IGs sitting in the middle of the dining room table. They looked so pleased with themselves. As if to say, "hey, mom, did you know you can see really good from up here?". They about gave me a heart attack. All I could think of was broken legs.