This is NOT funny!

Poor Mama, she just can't win against a half-wit terrier. Tug sometimes doesn't want to go into the crate- understandable in itself but if it's daylight and he knows she's leaving him it's really reasonable... (How does he know? She wears different types of clothes to leave the house. He goes on alert when she changes into them- without seeing the purse or hearing the keys, even.)

A few nights ago, Mama had to go somewhere for a little while and walked him into her bedroom to coax (bribe with treats) him into the crate. Tug decided he'd rather just slither on his belly under her bed instead. (insert hysterical laughter from me) By the time she got him out (I didn't dare ask how considering the looks she was giving him when she told me this) she was sweaty and disheveled.

Personally, I think it's dang clever of the little butthead. In the interest of living in peace with the Mama, though, I suggested she pick him up in the living room or kitchen from now on and carry him in- just like we do when he's sleepy. She did manage that last night but he catches on fast...