My sister ordered new shoes, and they came in this week. She also left the box on the floor after she opened it. The long, narrow box looked like it *might* fit a Rugby-sized dog inside, so I gently lowered him in.
It fits him quite nicely.
After a few pictures and a cookie or two, I gave him the ‘OK’ to move. He wouldn’t. I guess he liked sitting in the cozy little shoe box.
Next time Rugby acts like a pest, I can threaten to trade him in for a new pair or shoes. ha!