There Is No Such Thing As A Bad Dog....

Only a bad owner. And boy, was I a bad owner!

Dear Everett,
Paisle got out of her crate today. Thankfully I only worked a half day, so I could take both the Little Bean and Ansel to the vet this afternoon. I have not determined how she got out, but as shown above, she demolished an entire (UNOPENED) 40 lbs. bag of Canidae. I am unclear if she ate any of it, but she did spread it very nicely over the entire garage floor. The above photo shows one of the piles I have to throw away, and the small amount left in the bag that I can save. She also chewed the tongues and heels of both rollerblade boots, as well as one of two pair of running shoes by the house door.

She clearly tried to get out the back door, too, to the south lawn, because the door knob is scarred with teeth marks (which she had to repeatedly jump to grab as even standing on her hind legs, she cannot reach it), but the door itself bears no scars. None.

And...even though I don't know how long she was loose in the garage...not a single accident. No pee, and no poop. And she did not destroy her kennel, either. She just wanted out! Good thing the vet was in the calendar already--I am thankful to report she has no ill effects from her 'outing.'

More later--I am rushing around for puppy class in between the rain drops, but just wanted to get this published.