I had quite the little scare last night. I put Marshall in his crate, spent a few minutes tidying up the house before bed. When I looked in the crate, he wasn't moving. Poking his ribs didn't move him. Tickling his toes didn't move him. Even the flash of the camera didn't phase him.
I guess he must have had a busy day.
(It's kind of hard to see a black dog on a black crate tray, but he is belly up, shoulders turning the corner and back feet tucked against the wires! Kind of like how you and I sleep and wake up complaining about back problems!)
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