I'm gone for three hours. Instead of crating Nugget I decide to put him in the kitchen with Kate. They all have bones to chew on while I am gone, and I know that Kate will be fine as long as she is with the puppy.
Fast forward three hours.
I am greeted by Henry as I walk in the door. Then I notice that my X-pen barrier has been moved and the other two dogs are not in the kitchen. They have not run to greet me. My heart begins to race. The doors and windows are all closed and intact. I call frantically and there is no answer. Henry is following me from room to room with a stupid look on his face. There are no cardis anywhere. With my heart in my throat I look out to the pool. (Of course they can't get out there, but it was my reaction, OK?) Nothing. I'm calling frantically. Not a sound. I know that the doors were both deadbolt locked. Where can they be? Near tears I call again, this time for Nugget. I hear the faintest sound of a whimper. I run back to the kitchen and all the cabinets are closed, the drawers as well. The fridge? Thank goodness it is also fine. Then I hear it again. I notice that Henry did not follow me to the kitchen. He is standing at my closet door. Yes indeed, a Cardigan does belong in the closet...if it is a sweater!! They had escaped the kitchen and gone into the closet where they managed to close the door behind them. There they were, stuck in a dark cave for who knows how long. Tomorrow they will both be in crates when I go for my appointment. I haven't a clue which one figured out the way out, but it just might have been cleaver coaching by Henry...you see he had possession of all three bones.
I love my dogs, I love my dogs, I love my dogs...