The Great Houdini Redux
Some time ago I talked about how my dog, Shasta, was apparently the reincarnation of Houdini (hey, he said if there was a way to come back, he would… I guess he didn’t reason it’d be as a dog). Somehow, she manages to find escape routes that we can’t even imagine or conceive.
I had mentioned that we had bought a large metal gate that screws into the wall in order to keep Shasta penned into the kitchen when we’re out for the day. We chained up the cat door to keep her from waltzing through that. Well, now she’s one-upped herself yet again.
She’s learned to open the gate.
I mean… she’s somehow figured out how to unlatch the gate and open it. Which, of course, is impossible. Except, somehow, for her, it’s not. Dear Wife has come home three times this week to find the gate open and our happy little dog enjoying herself in rooms other than the kitchen.
So, this weekend we’ll be heading out to get some more chain and a small padlock. We’ll be chaining and locking the gate closed from here out. If she can figureout how to open that, then, frankly, she deserves to spend the day sleeping on the living room couch.