The other night my human had a friend over for dinner. And while her friend was anxious to see us, my human suggested that we all meet AFTER dinner - as our table manners (i.e; begging, staring, stealing napkins) leave a bit to be desired. So all of us were sequestered in the run in the garage. In order to contain us (actually, in order to contain FROD0), my human had latched the door, put several bungee cords on it, placed a folded wire dog crate in front of the door and further barricaded it with two HUGE Rubbermaid bins. Part way through dinner, my human heard Elroy squeaking. So she went to see why. Why was he squeaking? He was missing Frodo and I who had managed to escape. I basically followed Einstein, and was busily chewing the pocket of my human's dog walking coat when she came in because, of course, the pockets always contain treats. Frodo was wildly leaping up and down, trying to get into the dog food storage bin - which is luckily placed high up - out of reach. Interestingly, the barricade didn't look like it had even been moved. We're kind of like mice, we can fit through even the SMALLEST opening. But not Elroy. My human called to her friend to show the escape artistry. At which point I dashed into the dining room and was JUST about to take a mouthful of lemon tart dessert when my human ran back in. I was too slow. We were all THEN sequestered in the entry hall - where we could watch the ending of the meal through the french door.
Saturday morning we made sure to wake my human up at 5:30 so she could make the most of her day. On Friday, she had PROMISED us that we would all go for a run on Saturday morning. The only problem? At 5:30 it is still dark. So we went out for a quick walk and had to wait for daylight to go on our run. Elroy got to go first. And for SOME odd reason - and my human is not even sure why - she put one of our 65 baby gates in front of the door leading to the entry hall. So we could not get in the hallway. She took Elroy for a run on the golf course, during which he was definitely answering his Call of the Wild. My human came home exhausted after an hour of walking, hiding on him, throwing the fetch toy, trying to catch him, keeping him from eating inedible objects, keeping him from leaping on her when she put the leash on him, keeping him off the ice on the ponds (not to worry - they are ALL shallow)...a great time was had by all.
And what did my human find when she trudged through the door and into the hallway? Me. And Frodo. There we were. This time, did Frodo knock down the gate? Did he move it to slide through? Did he go over it? Nope. He annihilated it. He ripped one of the plastic panels out and it was in pieces on the floor. And you KNOW what my human said...
Now admittedly, we were BOTH there when the destruction occurred. And Frodo COULD point the paw at me if he wanted to. But let's face it. Everybody KNOWS he did it.
So Frodo was in the proverbial "doghouse" for the day. No extra treats for him. Although he WAS cooperative for the photo - so he DID get treats for that. You know, I don't think there is a jail that could contain Frodo. Maybe Alcatraz - because it's surrounded by water - and we KNOW what he thinks about water. But knowing Einstein, he would figure out how to build a boat...
Never a dull moment I tell ya. Never a dull moment... Don't you just WISH you were my human?
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