I Am Houndini!

Or Sherman-dini... See the picture on the right here? That's me, in my crate. I stay in here when neither jc or Cindy are home. They say it's because I steal dish towels, tear up magazines, destroy library books, and chew on cellphones (of course, if she actually TOOK IT WITH HER, it wouldn't be there for me to make calls on, right?), and it's for my own safety. Personally, I think it's so Makeeta gets the toys to herself.

The crate was given to me by some friends of theirs. It didn't have the tray on the bottom, and the botton has 3 bars running across and 2 bars running the length. Cindy made me go in when she went out, but I figured out something neat. If I stand up, my back presses against the top of the crate, but my feet will stick out the bottom, so I can walk the crate around. So I walked it into the living room, tipped it over, and escaped through the bottom.

Imagine how surprised Cindy was when she got home, and all three of us greeted her at the top of the stairs. She wasn't sure how I did it, since the crate was still upright (I only tipped it over far enough to crawl out, not all the way over), and the door was still locked. Pretty smart, huh?

When jc got home, he just started laughing. Then he went downstairs and made a bunch of noise, and a bit later, brought up a sheet of 3/4" plywood that just fits into the bottom. Now I can't do my Shermandini trick anymore. Looks like when I go in, I'm in to stay. But I'm practicing using my psychic dog mind rays to make them *think* they've locked the doors. It hasn't worked yet, but I'm still trying.

The picture at the top is grainy because it came from a "web cam". jc set one up in his office that watches the crate and hallway, and one in the living room. I think he wanted to see if I could do my Shermandini trick again. I know a couple of times he's called Cindy on the Nextel to have her check on me. I only had the dish towel to keep it away from Moon. Yea, thaaaat's the ticket!

I gotta say, though, I think the plywood is a bit more comfortable then laying on the bars. After jc cut it down to size, he sanded the whole thing with 200 grit paper, so it's nice and smooth, and I won't get splinters in my butt. They're always looking out for me, and I do have it pretty good here. Fresh water, a lot of food twice a day, cookies, and every Friday we get Greenies! Yumm.

Ok, that's it for now. Next time I'll tell you about going to Petsmart and how I acted like a complete ass, and wound up for 2 weeks at Camp Diana.

Woof!