patience

I was rushing around this morning as I was late to work. Suddenly, I hear Mama's voice saying "what a sweet boy!" It turns out Tug was standing outside his crate in the living room with his nose against the closed door. Mama stores his toys in there and he goes in frequently to pull one out. Somehow, the door swung shut and he couldn't get in to get his crab. Instead of barking or coming over to paw at us he just stood there and stared through the wire at Crab. He's finely learning that quiet puppies get taken care of pretty quickly- though only if WE'RE on the ball...