The Greater Escape

We went to a party yesterday, so Paisley had to stay home with the other dogs. I always put her in the hallway in her dog crate, and there is a baby gate that separates the hallway from the living room. We come home, and I hear Paisley's "good you're home, come get me out of this thing, I can't believe you would actually leave me" shrieking, but it seems different this time. It seems closer. It seems closer because it is. I look at my husband as we approach the door and say "I think she is right there. I think she is right behind the door". We open the door and sure enough there she is.

We get inside and I walk over to the hall to inspect the scene of the crime. The baby gate is still up and her crate door is open.  The only thing we can figure is that she worked on the latch with her little paws until she got it open. I have seen her use her paws kind of like a raccoon before. She has probably been practicing every time we leave her, and yesterday was the day she perfected her technique. As far as the baby gate goes, I have left her with my husband before, and he will have her on that side with him.When I get home, she crawls up it to a point or jumps so high she could almost clear it. No real surprise there.

So, she may be staying out with the other dogs now. Thankfully I take her most places with me. My baby is growing up. No one puts Paisley in the corner.

No more kennel for me! I am staying out with the big dogs.

Today was national ice cream day. So of course we had to celebrate by having ice cream at one our favorites, Bruster's.

Paisley had her very own dish of vanilla with a dog bone. She loves ice cream but was not touching hers. Finally I took the bone out she ate the ice cream then the bone. I guess she likes her ice cream with the bone on the side.