Lately I’ve been unhappy with the placement of our box. (Well, I’ve been unhappy about a lot of things – like being brushed, having my nails clipped, being picked up, breakfast being late, dinner not having enough parsley, insufficient treats, too much attempts at petting me, but… I won’t get into that.)
So, I finally decided to move it myself, since dad is useless in this regard.
As a bonus, our box now serves as a barrier to our area that only we can get through!
We also decorated it, to make sure dad understands the meaning and stops trying to move it back. Hopefully this time he gets the point.