Dad ended up taking it out to the garage to cover Grandma's dryer since it's stored out there and could get scratched or banged into. It was a lot of fun - until Dad decided to try to trap me in the box by throwing my ball in and then lifting the open end up when I went inside. There aren't any pictures of that because Mom was trying to save me instead of encouraging it. (I take back all the mean things I've said about her in the last few months.) After that I wouldn't chase my ball all the way in, especially if Dad was standing up. My back feet always stayed on the carpet. If your parents are talking about getting a new appliance, be sure they let you play in the box for awhile, just be careful if they get that mischievous look in their eye!