Every time I leave to go somewhere, I have to deal with my dog looking at me like I’m sending him to the gas chamber when I ask him to get into his kennel/crate. It can often leave me feeling overcome with guilt. Those sad eyes. That slumped head. The tail between his legs. It’s a bit of a mindf*ck for anyone who loves an animal, I’m sure.
And there’s Blaze, who flat out tells his owner “No!” repeatedly when asked to go into his kennel. It’s obvious that my dog and Blaze could totally be bros.