Every morning at 7:05, we tell Duncan "crate time", and he trots into his crate, gets a treat or two, and is safely tucked away while I drive Daddy to the train. (He could come along if he didn't make such a fuss about "losing" Daddy!)
Except today. Promptly at 6:54, Duncan trotted into his crate and stared at me expectantly. Way too early, I told him, and he came out. Until 6:57, when he went back in. And again at 6:59, when he started sniffing around rather pointedly in the folds of his blankie, looking for the treats that surely must have appeared by now!
We're not sure why he was in such a hurry to get rid of us – hopefully it was just because it's a lazy, rainy morning, perfect for a nap in his crate!
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