It's the nature of every dog that likes to play. It's for a particularly moving dog. A cage doesn't hold his mind.
A golden hair and a firewood dog are very good, but one problem with a firewood dog is that they have never had time to play with their little tails, sometimes scratching on their pain, and there is always a fight.
So the master was so mad that he couldn't just lock the two dogs in a cage and separate them from each other, that his arm was too long to be enough, but he underestimated his ability to work.
At first, try the front paws to get as golden aft as possible, Cay Dog: it's a little close, the way the cat slave wants to lock me up, and a cage can help me to understand my strength.
And as soon as he stood, he put his paws on the cage, and he jumped, the cage went like a leg, and moved forward, until he approached the cage of gold hair. Master: Are you ready to work out a fairy, and see if a cage won't take over you? Then you should tie it to a place, so you can't move.