Crate, Sweet Crate

If only we all had an ugly, gray plastic crate to crawl into when the going gets tough.  Or when we get sleepy.  Or when we're sick of people talking high-pitched nonsense while putting squeaky stuffed animals directly in front of our faces. 

Fortunately, Primo has a crate and he looooves it.  He goes in willingly and naps constantly, which is great for his humans who are desperately trying to keep the house clean in his wake.  Soon he'll outgrow this little puppy oasis, but we'll be ready with a larger, more deluxe model.  And, if that doesn't work, aren't there hotels in Japan that kind of look like this now?