Indy, as a pup used to, with ease, crawl under the futon and remain there. Sometimes by taking a nap hidden in the darkest corner he would give us a scare as we would be turning over the entire house searching for him. Soon enough did we realize that we just needed to stop everything and listen: his recognizable snoring would give him away.
Today, 40 pounds after, he still remembers and visits his nook often. The entrance has shrank (hmmmm) but he still manages somehow to swim along with the wood floor and slip under.
LOOOOOL So true!!!! Gotta love him <3
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