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Yesterday, Typhoon scored breakfast in bed. Quite the feat since he was already outside for his morning bathroom before breakfast was served.
A little set-up to understand the story. Inside the bedroom are six crates – one for each member of The Herd. Sometimes the crate doors are open, sometimes the doors are closed, but each member of The Herd sleeps in their respective crates at night and periodically during the day.
Outside on the covered porch are also six crates – one for each member of The Herd. Just like the indoor crates, each member naps periodically in their respective crates. Most importantly, breakfast and dinner are served inside those outdoor crates.
By feeding inside our crates, we each get to eat at our own speed without worry that some other pup may try to steal an extra bite or two. Hu-dad says this arrangement also guarantees the peace.
Thus, the first sign that a meal is going to be served is Hu-dad telling us to Kennel Up – meaning we are to get inside our proper crate and let Hu-dad shut the door.
In case you are curious, only Qannik gets into the wrong crate. Apparently, he is unable to read our names because each crate has the owner’s name on it. Hu-dad also says Q has cotton for brains, whatever that means.
Which brings us to yesterday morning. Hu-dad says kennel up. Dogs run into crates. Doors are shut. On five crates.
Typhoon is sitting in the middle of the porch.
“Typhoon, Kennel Up.”
Hu-dad gets a look just like the picture above.
Hu-dad steps out on the porch to guide Typhoon to his crate . . . and Typhoon makes a break around Hu-dad, through the kitchen, through the great room, into the bedroom, and right inside his indoor crate.
Hu-dad thought about it for a minute, prepared breakfast, and fed Typhoon breakfast in his bedroom crate. And that is how Typhoon got breakfast in bed.
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