More pictures

I'm teaching Otto that his crate is a happy place, but he's not agreeing with me. I would very much like to eat my tomato soup without having a furry creature staring at me intently from my lap, so I'm toughing this one out. He's whining with such fervor that it would be comical if he weren't my dog.

Anyhoo, picture time!

After his butt squeezing trauma:

Have you ever seen anything more pathetic?

Aforementioned play time. Scary, isn't it?

Blue-eyed demon dog:

I'd like to add that he is now sitting quietly in his crate, licking his own tail. Schmoopers.