It looks kind of big and bare in his new crate so I was trying to think what I could sacrifice to make it comfy in there, when I hit myself up the side of the head. After Uma died, I washed all of her bedding and folded it away, perhaps to give to a shelter later. It was still sitting down in the laundry room. I brought up one of the pads she used to sleep on and zipped it into a cover and presto, Rockwell has a very comfy retreat now.

I had my whole head and shoulders in there, rolling the back end of the pad to make it fit, when Rockwell decided to get into the act too. The two of us were stuck in the doorway for a few seconds, until I pulled my way out and he forced his way in. Since no one was there as a witness, neither of us lost any dignity.

Speaking of dignity, I have mentioned before how Rockwell not only chases his tail but when he catches it, he walks around with it in his mouth. And he doesn’t walk in a straight line but instead, makes circles while he heads in a general direction. In the next photo, I caught him in the act, going up the stairs in this fashion. One paw is lifted as he heads to his right and up the next step.