My crate is normally not in the kitchen, but it is. The door is open, though. That's strange. Usually, I'm in the crate and the door is locked. What's this Cuisinart box doing here next to it? Blocking some gap it looks like. Barbara went somewhere and I'm roaming around the kitchen. I think I've got it in me to clear the box. I want to be able to greet Barbara when she returns. She'll like that, right? I was wrong. Barbara was surprised to see me greet her at the door. She didn't seem too upset. I wagged my tail to exaggerate the cuteness factor. She called me clever. One day later, though, there's a thing called a baby gate in our home, thanks to her friend, Kelly. I thought Aneke, Max and Carolyn were on my side after giving me a toy and some treats. Instead, we left their house with this baby gate. I'm not a baby. I'm almost 10 weeks old.
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