As you can deduce from the abject sorrow on Tank’s face, this is how he spends most of his days. Confined and neglected! He spends days without seeing the sun or feeling the dirt beneath his paws. He’s lucky if we remember to even feed him.
Life is hard when you’re Tank.
Tank! Buddy! Ya big doofus, how ya doin’? (Not still barking at bunnies in the front yard, I hope)