CopyDog

C likes to follow me into the laundry room, where there are lots of things that fascinate him.

One of which is Argus's crate.

C loves to crawl inside, close the door on himself, and go sit in Argus's bed. I guess since that's what he sees Argus doing, he figures that's what he's supposed to do.

I can't tell you how weird I think that is. On so many levels.

And today during one of C's explorations into the great crate, he dropped Argus's bowl on the tile, breaking it in half. I suppose it was time for Argus to get a new bowl anyway.

Maybe C likes the dog a little too much. It's sad to say, but it probably won't be his last unrequited love.