after the girl rot show i took charlie back to her crib and gave her a scoop of kibble, then i tossed some treats in her crate. she sat down the hall looking at me. i said, it's no thing, chuck, you don't hafta like nafta stay in it. she popped in and out three times in a flash then came and barked up at me once. i said, kid, i'm not shutting you in, you have the whole place to be. she wasn't sure what was going on and she started to follow me out the door. we're improvising, and i think we can both dig the freedom.