Cheyenne wasn't sure what to expect when I locked her in the box but I think she had a pretty good hint, since I had tickled her all morning :)

Feet roped tightly to the post, toes leashed together, I start my usual fun. Libed up out of the gate, I get to work on those purple painted toes and feet. She's got to sit and take it, shes stuck in the box, locked in, and going nowhere.