Anyway, so I put Chester in the kennel. And there was the immediate whining/chewing/yelping/jumping reflex, and it made me very sad, but the kids were in yogurt covered pajamas. With yogurt sugar sinking into their tiny impressionable teeth RIGHT THAT SECOND. It had to happen. But then, after a few minutes upstairs .... there was quiet from below! Ah ha! He'd realized his humans were just right upstairs, and snuggled in. That's my perfect, genius puppy boy.
Except then I went downstairs to take a peek at this perfection. And found the kennel like so:
|clearly, this kennel is puppyless|
And after a few frantic seconds where I was very sure he'd either a) been puppynapped or b) eaten by the cats or c) found a pair of Uggs and ate them ..... I found baby Chester. Like so:
Chester for the win!