We crate the pups when we aren’t here to supervise during the day.  They enjoy getting into things too much to leave them to their own devices.  Today I thought Mr. Houdini dog taught baby sister Patty how to open her crate door.  It wasn’t so.  It seems that DH hadn’t latched her door properly. 

     DH had gone upstairs for a nap while I was outside working in the gardens.  He’d crated the dogs.  When I came in Gavin was snoozing in his crate but Patty was nowhere to be found.  Then I heard her thunder down the stairs.  She zoomed around the corner at the bottom of the steps and about jumped out of her skin to see me standing there.

     She dove into her crate and hid in the back.  Her guilt was so palpable I thought I’d better go see what she’d been doing upstairs.  She hadn’t touched anything in the bathroom.  DH had his room’s door closed.  The laundry basket waiting to have clothes unloaded had the back room door blocked.  That left the bedroom.

     Oh yeah, she’d been in there.  She had used the bed for a trampoline.  Pillows were scattered, some on the floor, and the bedspread was askew.