Carlin and I have been having a little argument. No matter how many times I tell him otherwise Carlin thinks his crate is a pit of despair. Unfortunatly his crate is in my room, so when he cries it goes staight in my ear! when I drag myself towards his crate to let him out at 5:30 I grumble to myself, but when I come face to face (be that as it may a fuzzy face!) i can't help smiling :).
