Sparky’s night crate was moved to the hallway as I was cleaning my bedroom.  His crate was standing on end.  Sparky couldn’t get in to his crate, so felt that he needed to.  I don’t know how he did it or how long he was trapped in the small bedroom, but somehow, his crate fell over and he was stuck.

With the exception of dogs who need straightened out or Black men who look like bears, Sparky doesn’t bark.  I don’t even think he would bark at turkeys anymore.  He just waited patiently for me to get him out of this jam.