Jessica from Wisconsin writes:
Do you live in a crate?
I lived in a crate while my mom and dad were at work until I was about a year old. I had some comfy towels, a water bottle and some of my favorite toys. My crate was in the den, and the door was always open so I could go in and out. It was my safe place. Now my cousin Turbo is using my crate.
Marcia from Georgia writes:
Are you spoiled?
Why yes Marcia, I'm living the high
life! I can come over and poop on your couch again if you'd like!