I had to leave Molly in her crate today, because I was in an
all-day workshop, and Hubster was out of town.

I came home at lunch to find:
1. the twin-sized blanket that covered her crate PULLED INSIDE
through the bars and in the process of being shredded.
2. the quilt on the bed next to the crate in the process of
being chewed (but not pulled into the crate)
3. the pad in her crate all scrunched up.

I guess a filled Kong wasn't enough to occupy her for 4 hours.

Then this afternoon, when Hubster arrived home, he heard a loud
bark - not from the back of the house, from the dining room. How
did she get out? Well, there's a small door on the front of the
crate with a single latch, for putting things into the crate
after the dog is inside. She had somehow opened the latch and
squeezed through the small opening. Fortunately, she didn't do
much damage in the house. That door is now locked.

The latches on the main door on the crate are the same type.
Hubster thinks the likelihood that she will open both is slim. I
think we need another lock.

Damn dog is smarter than I am! (But what a lover! After
breakfast, she [all 41 lb of her] likes to climb on my lap for a
cuddle. I'm teaching her to ask politely.)

FurPaw

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