We finally got around to seeing Once. Although Argos is usually rather understated around the house, he interrupted the movie no less than 5 times by making a ruckus in his crate whenever Glen Hansard started singing. I suppose that he is not a fan of the "sad bastard" genre of music.
Here's Argos amusing himself in his crate. We haven't had to crate him for 6 months, but we keep the crate set up anyway. The damn thing is as big as a twin-sized bed. Argos likes to go in there and yodel, dig, and thrash about a couple of times a week.
Argos at Maxwell Park. When he is not destroying his crate, he's a pretty good dog.
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