My crate is naked

I'm so sad. I'm stuck laying on the hard plastic tray in my crate, because mom decided my crate pads and sleeping bag, needed washing. It seems I had dragged a lot of stuff in there, like butter wrappers and fruit bowls, so I could clean them off. In turn, I made my "room" rather messy! So, sadly, my stuff is downstairs in the washing machine. I don't think it's ever coming back.

Sarah and Emily are making cookie frosting and I keep barking at them. Mom isn't sure why. I think they're disturbing my nap. Oh yeah, my crate is naked, so I can't sleep anyway.