Friday night I put Berra, our new puppy, in her new crate and slid the latch, then went to bed. Around three o’clock in the morning, I woke and made my way to the den, where we’re keeping the fur ball, and my heart lodged in my throat when I saw that her crate was EMPTY! Then I thought, she must’ve awoken and Dalan got up with her then took her to bed with him. Rather than risk waking her, I skipped checking in Dalan’s room and went straight to my potty thing then back to sleep.
The next morning, around eight-thirty, after hitting my snooze for an hour, my husband came in and asked me, “Where’s the puppy?”
I groggily told him, “With Dalan.”
“No she’s not.”
As he left the bedroom, I managed to climb out of bed, and as my feet hit the floor, Madea, our Shepherd mix, made her way to greet me, and lo and behold, a happy puppy made her way out from beneath my bed to also greet me!
“David, I found the puppy!”
It turns out, after investigating the latch on Berra’s crate, that I did NOT latch it correctly, and all the little fur ball had to do was wiggle the door for less than thirty seconds and voila it would come unlatched and she was free.
Goodness knows, though, exactly WHEN she did this. I went to bed at midnight and she was asleep. I was up at three and she was gone, assuming she was with Dalan. So, anywhere between midnight and three, the little Houdini broke out. Thankfully the only door ajar was mine…although my bathroom and closet doors were also open and the little fur ball has figured out how to get to my closet (what is it with dogs and shoes?).
I have no idea when she went to sleep after her escape, nor do I know what she did all night. I’m hoping she slept but I’m having the sinking suspicion she did not. Puppies do sleep, but only after they’ve terrorized wires, shoes, carpets and human flesh. The only reason my flesh was safe was because she is entirely too small to get on my bed.
So, if you want to know what a very BAD puppy looks like…
|Berra the Houdini Puppy|