There's No Accounting For Taste

Bunny here, enjoying possession of the couch while I write my lastest entry.

I am perplexed by something here at our house.  Since Morgan came home, the crate has been set up in the living room again.  It used to be set up in here before Hawk passed away, because he had to stay in there during the day while Mom and Dad were gone, but after he left us, they took the crate down and gave us some more space here in the living room. 

When I first came home, I had to spend my days in the crate until I proved that I would go potty outside and that I could get along with the other hounds here.  That didn't take me too long, and once I got out of that crate, I never looked back!  I much prefer the couch or the dog bed, thank you very much!

While Mom and Dad are making sure everyone can get along, Morgan goes in her crate when they have to leave the house.  Except, half the time, she can't get in there.  You might be scratching your head or behind your ear and wondering why.  Well, it's because Lilac and Blueberry keep taking over the crate!  I've never seen anything like it.  As soon as they can, they all keep sneaking in that crate to sleep.  Has the world gone mad?  I don't see why any dog would want to sleep in there when there's a perfectly good couch sitting right in front of the television and sunshine spot from the window.

Here's what I have to say about that.  They can all play musical dog crates!  I will be over here snoozing on the couch like the companion to royalty that I was born to be.