“The dog has seldom been successful in pulling man up to its level of sagacity, but man has frequently dragged the dog down to his.”
The evening started out like many others. We were headed out to dinner, so we pottied Beau and Bug, then put Beau in his crate in our bedroom with a treat, a toy and the television on for company. Crate door secured–check. Bedroom door shut–check. Television on–check. Lola Bug in the main part of the house–check. Everything’s in its place and off we go.
Fast forward 2 1/2 hrs, when we come home to TWO bouncing dogs greeting us *at the door?!* Not only has Beau managed to open his crate, he’s also succeeded in opening the bedroom door, thereby gaining access to the whole house. Gulp. Not really thinking that he’s ready for the full run of the place, unsupervised, but happily the only casualty of the evening was David’s hairbrush (to say it’s a pile of bristles at this point is generous). Lola Bug was looking a little haggard (I suspect there were quite a few games of chase during the course of the evening), but otherwise all was well.
This boy is definitely going to give us a run for our money. Thus far he’s figured out how to open the front door (and to lock it from the inside, which he did the other day when I was on the *outside*), the garage door, his crate door and the bedroom door. I caught him in the bathtub the other night diving under the water and holding his breath. Could a reprise of Houdini’s famous “Chinese Water Torture Cell” escape be far off?!