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When dinner is served, each dog has to go to their crate. Frankie forgets that the closest crate is not his.
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You mean if you go in someone else’s crate, you don’t get two dinners? Absurd!
Frankie, is the rule YOUR crate or THE crate. If it is the second, then I think you got them on a technicality!
uh oh!
Uhhh, s’cuse me ….. look again, Frankie!
Maybe he needs reading glasses. Ha woo.
Luv,
Dave
He just wants his dinner! 😀
Sam
Oh Frankie!!
Mamma Heartbeat
If you snooze, you lose! Cheoah needs to run to his crate before Frankie! LOL