How do you reckon I went from this locked crate from the previous night...
...to chillaxing in the middle of the living room floor when Mom and Dad woke up the next morning?
That, my friends, is magic for ya.
(And yes, I dragged my fleece crate liner and my blanky and my bone out of the crate. If I'm going to be sleeping on the floor, I'm going to make it as comfy as possible. Sheesh!)