My sister and brother-in-law recently purchased a tall standing lamp for the living room, and it arrived a few days ago in a big box. A big, giant box. A box big enough to sit in!
The sides of the thing were too big for Arthur to jump over comfortably (and he is nothing if not practical), so I lifted him in. Fifty pounds of dog. Merry Christmas. Although he wasn't terribly thrilled about being in there, I gave him a biscuit and he posed for a few pictures.
Then we traded places, which he seemed to prefer, at my expense.
He likes being taller.
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