So, so far this dog has escaped out of everything we have put him in. 3 foot fence? He will climb it. Nylon tent? He will rip the zipper.
So, I purchased a standard "small dog" crate with latched doors to leave him in when we go out.
So, Friday, Matt and I go to the American Craft Beer Fest for a night of all-you-can-drink beer (yikes). When we returned home, we found a roll of paper towels unwound, leading down our long hall from the living room to our bedroom. At the end of said paper towels, was Ozzie, chewing away, tail wagging.
We were too drunk and impressed to be mad, obviously. (Matt Fazekas sound bite: "How did you DO it, dog? You're like a little genius. Einstein Houdini Pussy Dog. That's what YOU ahh.")
So, I purchased a standard "small dog" crate with latched doors to leave him in when we go out.
So, Friday, Matt and I go to the American Craft Beer Fest for a night of all-you-can-drink beer (yikes). When we returned home, we found a roll of paper towels unwound, leading down our long hall from the living room to our bedroom. At the end of said paper towels, was Ozzie, chewing away, tail wagging.
We were too drunk and impressed to be mad, obviously. (Matt Fazekas sound bite: "How did you DO it, dog? You're like a little genius. Einstein Houdini Pussy Dog. That's what YOU ahh.")
So, next time Matt left the house with Ozzie in the crate, we set up the webcam, of course.
Without further ado, here is my genius dog:
