She opened the bedroom door, and then went to turn off the lights in the house. Ordinarily, the FG waits by his crate - where he gets a before bed treat. He took one look at the open bedroom door and was GONE in a shot. When my human walked in, he and Einstein were already resting on the bed. I was following her - because I usually get a before bed treat too - and that's all I cared about. When I saw the FG on the bed, I didn't know what to do. Seriously - he takes up a LOT of space. So I walked to the other side of the bed and found a place on the floor. When my human got into bed, the FG, who was already SO excited at the prospect of being free, just stared at her. When she turned out the light, she actually THOUGHT this might work. It was early - around 10:30PM.
As soon as the lights went out, the FG realized this was FOR real and he couldn't contain himself. First he began by styling Einstein's hair. My human sat up and told him to stop. As soon as she was comfortable, he started again. She turned on the light, looked at him, said to stop and he did, and repositioned himself so he wasn't facing Einstein. She turned out the light and got comfortable again. At which point, the FG began to lick and nibble on the comforter. She told him to stop. At this point, I decided to get on the bed too. He looked at me and I basically grumbled at him that he better not even THINK about styling my hair - or try to get near MY space by the pillows. The FG got off the bed. And Einstein did too. Within seconds, the FG was lying on an area rug. And my human could hear "rip-rip." He was trying to make the carpet in the bedroom match the one in the dining room. She turned on the light and told him to stop. He then got up and started to explore the room. My human lay down, thinking he WOULD find a good spot. He was walking around, checking out stuff on the dresser. And of course, checking out Einstein.
Long story short, by midnight, he had not settled down. He wandered, styled the FG's hair, licked the carpet....and my human couldn't take it any more. She took him by the collar and led him toward his crate. He didn't resist - because he doesn't mind his crate. In he went and was comfy within two seconds . His brain needed a rest. And so did all of us.
So we'll see when we try again... Maybe on his 5th birthday. Four more years to go...
Have a good one.
Lol! So cute! Mr. Rascal is still in his crate (11 months old). On Saturday morning he managed to get out (I had moved the crate forward about a foot it's a 3 door style and the front unbeknown to me ... his previous entry was not latched). Well wiggly butts was very proud of himself. Up down, all around the room he was. Caper attempted to show him the ropes. Freedom was short lived. His day will come :)
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