OK, I'm guessing the trip to the States is back on. My human has bought me a 'present' - note the quotes there... I don't think it's much of present. Yesterday she struggled into the house with a huge plastic kennel. She put my bed in it and then spent the rest of the afternoon trying to get me inside it. It's fantastic fun. She puts a line of treats leading up to and into the kennel, I happily eat all the treats within reach without going in, genius! She's now resorted to throwing my toys into the kennel. At first they were just at the door, then a little bit further meaning I had to stretch and now my toy parrot is lost in the kennel for good. I'm not going in there. She threw the parrot in, she can get it out!
I know what her next plan will be - sausages - she knows I can't resist them. I wonder how quick I can get in, eat the bate and then out again?
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