Emerson: I would like to be in a kennel now. I will use this one because those big kennels over there are closed.
Son: Emerson, that kennel is WAY too small for you. It’s meant for a medium sized dog like a beagle or something.
Emerson: That’s sizeist. I should be able to go into whatever kennel I want. OOF *squishsqueezewiggle* OOF.
Son: MAMA! You have to come see this!
Kennel: I don’t know if my bolts are strong enough to hold me together right now. *Emerson fur sticking out through every hole and seam*
Me: *runs* OMG I need to take a picture of this.
Cameraphone: HAHAHA I WILL FOIL YOUR PLANS BY CRASHING RIGHT NOW!
Me: *grumblegrumble* Diane, come quick and bring your cameraphone!
Diane: *takes picture*