Sunday, March 20, 2005
Whenever we pack, Mojo always wanders around the room in a manner that suggests he's vaguely worried about something. He knows something is up, but doesn't know what it is.
So when we were arranging stuff, he decided he needed a time out and went into his crate. How about that?
So when we were arranging stuff, he decided he needed a time out and went into his crate. How about that?
