So, I stopped by Petco and picked up a new crate for Kelly. It was the 900 series, with the hammered finish. I was impressed with myself thinking we've got this figured out.
I hopped the ferry homeward bound and upon arriving there, began un-boxing the thing. Bringing it in, the wife fed me the instructions, play by play until we had the thing set up. Kelly came in to give it the sniff test, appeared to scoff at the thing and wandered off.
We lugged it into the den, lugging the old tired job out the back door. Then I backed up the snap points with black zip ties. While doing so, Kelly comes over and gets inside. Looking at me, she then laid down, muzzle on her paws and nodded off to sleep.
WTH??
There she slept for the better part of the evening. My daughter is convinced she used the whole thing as a ruse to get an upgrade for living quarters.
****, I feel so manipulated.
Guess where she is now?
Females... sheesh.
