Handle Me With Care

My Dear Princess and Dear Fellow,

Punky is once again tucked up for a big nap in one of the crates that brought him and his brother to Aotearoa from Scotland. 

I'm glad he's learned that these crates are places of quiet and safety and not trauma. 

And incidentally, while he was napping there, I was napping on the bed next to them in our garage/clubhouse.

S.