when max was a puppy, we kept him in a cardboard box (at night & just until we could find him a proper "home"). sometimes he would break the walls of his cardboard home down. then we'd have to find him a new cardboard box. (he wasn't "poty" trained yet, but cardboard did the job). if i could draw you a picture of what it looked like to see him sitting in that cardboard box, i would. every time i think of it, i laugh.
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