It’s Squirmy here – to brighten your day and make you grateful that you don’t live in our house! Yes – it’s really as crazy as we say! In fact, just the other day after I ran in circles, jumped over The Boss and ricocheted off the kitchen cabinets, My Enforcer looked right at me while I was panting with my tongue hanging out and said “YOU have a screw loose.” Whatever that means. So get a screwdriver and fix me!

What’s new here? Oh. Oh I know. Guess what I did with the Boss the other morning? You give up? I went for an EARLY morning walk with him on the golf course! But before we even got out of the driveway, My Enforcer thought about aborting the journey when I leapt on the Boss and got all tangled in both his leash and my own. And when My Enforcer would try to untangle me, I would do my snapping turtle routine. Now it’s not a nasty snap. It’s just a wild snap. She seriously thought about turning around and going back to the house, but she decided to give it a try. The Boss likes to walk ahead of me which means I pull to keep up. Great fun – knowing I’m strengthening My Enforcer’s bicep muscles. When we got to the course, nobody was around because it was so early – so My Enforcer let the Boss off his leash. He’s obedient. He stays close. He stays on the cart path. Probably because he doesn’t want to get his feet wet in the dewy grass. Anyway, I was pulling my way along, when My Enforcer announced “Let’s see what happens.” And she let me off my leash!!!!! Well. Just imagine my shock. Freedom. Picture me running in slow motion across the open fairways with the music from “Born Free” playing in the background. If you don’t remember that movie, Google it. It’s ancient. Like my Enforcer.

But back to my freedom. I had a blast. And guess what? You give up. I came back EVERY TIME I was called. I knew My Enforcer had treats – so of COURSE I would come back! And when she started to run low, she put me back on my leash. She figured it was safe to let me loose with The Boss because he doesn’t run away. He’s a good role model. Most of the time. Except for his incessant barking. Because now I do that too.

I had my obedience class on Sunday night. It was just me and one other dog. And that dog was new. So GUESS who got to be the demo dog for the new dog. Yup – ME! Can you IMAGINE?! The dog who ricochets off furniture, other dogs and humans got to be the OBEDIENCE example?!!!! The woman the dog owned watched me heeling and said “he never takes his eyes of you! He’s so good!” The “you” being My Enforcer. My Enforcer just smiled and said “thank you.” She neglected to mention that I hadn’t had my supper yet and her pockets were LOADED with treats. Heck I probably would have heeled equally well for that woman if her pockets were loaded up. We did some new stuff like jumping over a bar. Don’t worry. It was only 6 inches off the ground. No challenge for me- I’ve cleared The Boss and he’s about 18 inches. Anyway, I had a great time!

Yesterday it rained most of the day and My Enforcer didn’t go anywhere. Apparently our “COVID bubble” has a hole in it – so two leggeds are supposed to stay home. I remember when we dogs had Canine COVID- aka Kennel Cough- we couldn’t go ANYWHERE. Thank GOODNESS My Enforcer bought our dog food on the weekend. We better not run out. Good thing I’ve already learned her Amazon password. In case I need to order food on-line. The Boss told me it.

Have a good one. Peace and paws up. Stay safe.

Hey hey hey!!!! It’s me- Squirmy Wormy! Here to share another episode of “Wild Kingdom: the next Generation.” Anybody remember that show? Wild Kingdom? My Enforcer does – and she’s older than the mummies – so it must have been a long time ago.

So guess what I learned about yesterday. Or maybe I already knew it – but I chose to forget it. Time Out. That’s when you put a dog in isolation, to “take a break.” And the isolation was my crate. And why was I imprisoned? Well…. it seems that since I hit the age of 6 (almost 7 months) I have become a bit….what’s the word….unruly. Extra wild. Wild with crazy mixed in. Like a two year old child who needs a nap, but just ate a bowl of ice cream. With chocolate sauce. And marshmallows. And a tablespoon of sugar thrown on top just for “fun.”

Here’s an example. Yesterday, after I got all fluffed up to go to another “handling” class, I refused to let My Enforcer put a collar over my head. As soon as she would try to put it over my head, I hit the deck. And I rolled. And I would “bite” her if she tried to get me to stay upright. I was rolling with my feet in the air and my jaws biting the air like a snapping turtle under attack. She tried REPEATEDLY to get that thing over my head. She tried my sit command. And I would for .06 seconds and then would drop and roll. Like a fire drill. After 10 minutes of chasing me and battling my teeth, My Enforcer lifted me up and tossed me in my pony sized crate. For my “time out.” Well that was all well and good because I was contrite and quiet. But as soon as she opened that door, my wild alter-ego emerged and it was drop and roll again. SOMEHOW she did manage to get my collar on and loaded me into the vehicle to go to my class. We met up with my friends Wendy (two legged) and Gena (my German Shepherd girlfriend ) and drove together to class. My Enforcer had visions of a total gong show – and in the beginning of class I was….ummmm….a bit wild. Actually at one point after I ran her around the ring, I heard my Enforcer say to Wendy- “OH MY. We’ve only been here 20 minutes. Will this class ever be over?!” But not to worry – I did settle down in the next 40 minutes. A bit anyway.

I met some new two leggeds after class – including Cindy. Who I LOVED. I mean I’m not one to fall in love fast, but I was giving her kisses SO fast – it was a novel kissing record. I even kissed her without treats!

I was good on the way home. And then, when I got home I fell fast asleep. My Enforcer loves that about classes. It’s better than the sedatives she gives me. JUST KIDDING!!! Mind you- SHE has a glass of wine when we get home – which is her sedative.

Today is Sunday. A day of rest. Unless you are owned by a 6 almost 7 month old puppy!!

Have a good one. Peace and paws up. Stay safe.

Howdy blogees. Elroy here. Hope you’ve had a good week, and yippee for you. It’s Friday. But in our house, every day is Friday.

Well it’s beginning to look like the Christmas explosion will soon be happening in our happy home. That time of year when all the strange things appear around our house- Santas, elves, a bunch of Baby Jesuses, and a tree we are not allowed to pee on. And heaven help us – we saw a big bag from the Dollar store – and I thought I heard Her Highness talking about “new antlers.” Is it any wonder I try to run away from home when I get the chance?!

Oh hey – to prepare for the season, it seems some brilliant minds decided that we dogs needed our own Christmas song. Guess they must have been too young to remember the barking dogs Jingle Bell song. It’s a classic. Let me remind you:

https://youtu.be/HLnKgYuDdxg

So there is a brand new dog song. This one was recorded at the Abbey Road studio that the Beatles used. Trust me – this isn’t Beatles material. Apparently, the two leggeds who recorded it did research first about what we dogs like to listen to. They had a group of 25 dogs listen to over 500 sounds to see what we liked. And they used the favorite sounds in the recording.

So you KNOW Her Highness had to test it out on us. She set up her iPad on a chair – with other chairs around it so we couldn’t knock it off or step on it. She even videotaped the big reveal. And we would have shared it here, but frankly, our response was so underwhelming, we didn’t bother. The Shark was the only one who responded in the first 10 seconds of the video – and then he walked away. Neither The Boss nor I even bothered to walk over to see it. Maybe you’ll enjoy it more than we did. Apparently some dogs even “sit” when they hear the words in the song. Not here.

https://youtu.be/Rg-Q-V3vVAo

The Boss had another Masters class last night. I hope Her Highness changed the treat rewards this week. Last week, the day after his class, his farts were enough to cause an explosion if there had been any candles burning. They were deadly. And you know if another dog finds them offensive, they must have been bad.

Time for our morning walks. No rain in the forecast- so our walks should be good and long. Have to help Her Highness get rid of those extra Halloween candy pounds. From 2010.

Have a good one. Peace and paws up. Stay safe.

Greetings and salutations blog readers. Frodo here with a bit of a history lesson. I volunteered to write today as I am doing a bit of penance. But more on that after…

Did you know that on this day in 1902, a Brooklyn toy maker by the name of Morris Michton, named the Teddy Bear after US President Teddy Roosevelt? It happened because the President, who was a big game hunter, went on an expedition to hunt bears. He had no luck. So, to help him out, his assistants somehow captured a black bear and tied it to a tree. They invited the President to shoot it. Now don’t worry – the President did no such thing. He thought that was cruel and unsportsmanlike. Of course the media of the day satirized him in cartoons. That’s where Morris Michton came in. He decided to create a stuffed bear and name it Teddy after the President. And the rest is history.

So what does a bear have to do with a dog? Well, there is a point to this story. Did you know that the shark is named after a bear?! I was just thinking that we may have never discussed his name. And if we did, we cannot recall. If we did in fact tell the tale, simply skip the next few paragraphs.

When Her Highness knew that we were getting a new addition, she spent a great deal of pandemic isolation time PONdering a moniker for the imp. Humans spent lots of time trying to give us the perfect name, and then end up calling us a variety of things. For example, I am Frodo, Fro, Doe, Frodeeodo and Einstein. I respond best to Doe. Go figure. Elroy is referred to as Elroy, El and Baby Shmaby. Sometimes just Shmaby. He responds to none of them.

I was named by my breeder, and Her Highness simply kept my name. Elroy looked like an Elroy. Viktor was named for Her Highness’s grandfather with a slightly different spelling so as not to upset relatives.

So now we have Wojtek. Pronounced as Voy-tek. He is also called Wojtus (Voy-toosh), Tekki, and Squirmy Wormy. He quickly responds to Squirmy. But back to the bear connection.

Wojtek was a bear who was adopted by some Polish soldiers in 1942 as they were being evacuated from the Soviet Union. Wojtek served with the soldiers through the war and after the war, he lived out his life in Scotland at the Edinburg zoo. Here are two videos about the famous bear:

https://youtu.be/WVu3RX2YxPw

https://youtu.be/UhUEFfBRHns

There are children’s books about Wojtek, statues erected in his honor, and even a movie.

Wojtek seemed the perfect name for our happy warrior – and the Polish/ Scottish connection somehow fit for a PON living in Nova Scotia. Our imp does like to wrestle – but so far has not been offered alcohol or cigarettes. Heaven help us with a drunken shark…

So there you have the convoluted bear connection.

Now that I have spent so much of your reading time on history, (which clearly was a diversion) I’ll quickly mention that I tore a hole in a perfectly good pillowcase yesterday. Yes – I decided to carry on what was Viktor’s bad habit – although I suppose I did do so in the past as well. But it’s been some time. I won’t dwell on details. This was my confession. I’m hoping for absolution. And I won’t do it again. This week anyway.

Now to release the happy warrior from his crate and to begin another day of barking, eating, chasing, guarding, barking, eating, begging, napping and chewing. On each other. Her Highness noted that after a recent period of quiet licking between the shark and the Beatnik, that the shark had some interesting trimming to the hair on his ears.

Never a dull moment in this house. And one thing for certain, our bear NEVER hibernates….

Have a good one. Peace and paws up. Stay safe.

Zippideee Do Da. Guess who it is on this happy Monday? It’s me again! Squirmy!!!!!!! And boy oh boy did I have an exciting weekend!!!!!

OK. OK. So first I went to my handling class to learn how to be a show dog!!!!! And I went with my girlfriend Gena, the German Shepherd. Oh. My. Gosh. She’s so pretty. And she knows how to run around a ring. She doesn’t run- she glides. She’s new to this too but she’s a natural. I have a crush on her.

Meanwhile, when I wasn’t staring at her, I was acting like a hummingbird who drank too much nectar. You see, when I go to my obedience classes, I know I’m supposed to heel nice and close to My Enforcer. And I’m awesome at it! Really! I can be! I trot right alongside My Enforcer at a nice controlled pace. BUT…in handling class I learned that you kinda run at the end of the leash away from your human. And whoooeeeeee did I have fun. My own kind of fun. Running and jumping and essentially dragging My Enforcer around the ring. I had a BLAST. But for some reason, My Enforcer wasn’t having NEARLY as much fun. She just can’t keep up with me. And I tried everything to help her – including pulling on the leash with my teeth. It was a total free for all.

Oh oh. And I learned you don’t sit in show classes. Like you do in obedience. You’re supposed to stop and stand like a statue. Ha ha HA. Me? Stand still????? I just wanted to run and play with EVERYBODY. I think I heard My Enforcer say the words “out of control” and “over the top.” Whatever that means. Anyway I had FUN. I mean what’s not to have fun – you run around and get a treat!!!

So imagine when I went to obedience class last night and I tried the same run around routine! And now I was SUPPOSED to sit. At one point My Enforcer said “sit” and I just stared at her as if to say “make up your mind.” This is all so confusing sometimes. I had to learn to get into my obedience mode again. Holy moly it’s a lot for my puppy brain.

Oh oh and I forgot to tell you that BEFORE I went to my handling class I had to have a BATH!! Now I always have a brushing before my obedience classes – but apparently you’re supposed to be EXTRA clean for show class. So right now I’m not sure which class I like better. You can run like wild at show class but you can’t sit down and you have to be clean. At obedience class you have fun too, and you do get to sit – AND you don’t need a bath. BUT you get treats in BOTH of them. So I think it’s a tie. But obedience does have a slight edge because you can go and look wild. In appearance anyway. I just like spending time with My Enforcer- so that’s really the important thing. That and the treats.

Well it’s time to get the gang rolling. Although I THINK I heard there is rain in the forecast so we know what THAT means. Short walks. And coming up with ways to entertain us indoors. Don’t worry- My Enforcer will think of something. Or we will entertain ourselves…..but that usually spells trouble….

Have a good one. Peace and paws up. Stay safe.

Howdy doooooo blogaroos. Guess who? You’re right – it’s me – Squirmy Wormy also known as Wojtek, Squirmy, nonostop and little $&@0! Yup that’s me. The indoor hurricane-tornado-tsunami dressed as a shaggy shark. And I’m here to tell you about how glorious life is – when your only worry is whether meals will be served on time.

So what’s new in our happy haven? Oh – The Boss had another Rally on class. His barking was reportedly better, but it’s My Enforcer who needs to behave. She needs to start making those rally signs her bedtime reading. Instead of those Harlequin Romance novels. Ha ha. That was my joke! Everybody knows we make her read Lassie stories to us at bedtime!

What else? Oh oh I know! So in the morning our newspaper comes in. And it’s put in a little newspaper box at the end of our driveway. Over the years, various dogs have had the job of carrying the paper home. Beamish the Labrador was a good delivery dog. Frodo thinks carrying newspapers are not his thing. He would rather be on alert for cats. Elroy lost his privilege a couple of weeks ago after two strikes. Now he wasn’t always really good at it. I mean he would get all excited when My Enforcer would toss the paper on the ground. He would race to it. And then stare at it. Like a scientist in a lab examining a weird organism under a microscope. Then he might pick it up. Only to drop it 10 feet later. But what really resulted in his firing from the delivery job, was when he dropped it. And then stepped sideways and get ready…. he peed on it!!! My Enforcer screamed “NOOOOO!!!!” Luckily it’s in a plastic bag – but then HE didn’t want to pick it up and neither did she. I think she kicked it down the driveway and onto the lawn. Then she picked it up with like one finger. If that wasn’t bad enough – he did it AGAIN two weeks later. That’s when I got to take over as paperboy.

And when I get that paper, I get all excited. I wag my butt and race down the driveway with it. BUT, then I get even MORE excited. At which point I drop it. And I begin to shred the plastic. And the paper itself if My Enforcer doesn’t grab it quickly enough. I managed to rip out half the headline the other day!

Oh oh and one other thing. We got THE best surprise from My Enforcer the other day. It came in the mail. And it was from a company called Bully Bunches. My Enforcer kept seeing ads for them on Facebook. That happens a lot. Ads for things you NEED. Like that lint removal thing she bought that doesn’t work. It would be more efficient to pull dog hair off fleece with tweezers than to use that thing in the dryer. That purchase was money well spent. Not.

Anyway, this Bully Bunches place makes chew things for dogs. Made out of a certain part of a bull’s anatomy. Yowza. Poor bull… My Enforcer bought some bully sticks at the pet store a couple of weeks ago – basically to keep us quiet and entertained for a half hour. And we all loved them. BUT oooooo-eeeeee they sure were stinky. Peeee uuuuuuu. So when Her Highness saw ODORLESS bully sticks, she figured she had nothing to lose. Except the cost of them. Well I’m here to tell you – she thinks those things are PRICELESS. We ALL chewed and chewed the Jumbo sticks and after a half hour still had plenty to go. She took them away so we could enjoy them for another day. And we did! We got the plain ones AND the braided ones. Not only did we love them, they DO NOT stink. At all. As Viktor would say, these things get 5/5 paws. We’ll be putting these on our Santa list for sure!!! Here’s the link:

https://bullybunches.com/

And in case you’re wondering, no we didn’t get paid to endorse them. But if someone from Bully Bunches wants to send us some, we’ll happily provide our contact info. I’ll keep you posted if they do..

Well today I’m going for a handling class. I think I handle my human quite well already, but I guess they’ll show me some new tricks. Remember I went to one class before? The one where I tried to bite the instructor. Maybe I never told that story…. I was just a little over the top that day. So what else is new? Anyway, I ended up getting Canine COVID (kennel cough) at that class so I never went back. We’re going to a different instructor this time. Clean slate. And calming drugs should make this a more positive experience. The drugs are for My Enforcer. In case you thought they were for me. Ha ha. Another joke. I’m hysterical sometimes!

Have a good one. Peace and paws up. Stay safe.

Greetings blog readers. Frodo here for your reading pleasure. I feel that I have recently been “misunderstood,” so today I am writing because I believe I should explain my behavior.

Let’s begin with my barking in class. I am not trying to cause a problem. I simply want to comment about the exercises. Are we canines not allowed to voice our opinion? I thought that freedom of speech extended to us canines. You two leggeds certainly allow us to speak up if a stranger approaches our home. In fact, we are encouraged to alert you to in the event that a burglar arrives. Yet silence is the norm during canine obedience classes. Tsk tsk.

And as for my little culvert episode the other day – well I can also explain that. At home we play a game called “Find the bunny”. Or “ Find the lambie.” Depending whether the the object of the finding is still intact, and not losing too much stuffing as a result of some dog’s overly exuberant “find.” Anyway to find the object, one must use one’s nose. If one doesn’t, he ends up running here and there, without finding the wounded stuffed animal. So we have trained our noses to be exact. Therefore is it any wonder I would use my well trained proboscis to smell something outdoors? I believed it was wild animal, so I needed to protect my human. True – calling the neighbor’s cat a “wild animal” may be a bit of a stretch. But one never knows how those cats may react.

I hope my arguments have cleared my name. I generally have a reputation for impeccable behavior, save my incessant barking and dislike for crates. I wouldn’t want that reputation tarnished by some obvious misunderstandings.

I am off to class again this evening. I have done an inventory on the reward cuisine, and I expect my behavior this evening will be admirable. I see there is both dried beef and lamb lung on the menu- so no worries about my performance tonight. As for my behavior when NOT performing… we shall see.

Have a good one. Peace and paws up. Stay safe.

Howdy do – it’s Squirmy roo. Here with another episode of our epic lives.

So where to begin. I know! With me! So I went for another class Sunday night. We didn’t have class last week so I was a bit rusty. For like 21.8 seconds! We started with some warm up exercises and I was raring to go. So then our teacher told us we would all practice heeling in a giant figure 8 around some cones. And I got to go first! Everybody was watching me as I heeled my little butt around those cones. When we finished, one lady said “well that’s a hard act to follow!” My Enforcer was pretty proud of me. Until about 45 minutes into class. Like The Boss, I get bored when it’s not my turn. He barks. And I jump on My Enforcer. And I chew the leash. And her hands. My well behaved persona went right out the window. My Enforcer kept plying me with treats. Sound familiar?

And speaking of the Boss – I hear he caused a ruckus during his morning constitutional with the Coyote yesterday. It seems they were on their way home, when suddenly the Boss put his head up into the wind and started sniffing. Then he puffed out his chest and began barking and pulling. And of course the Coyote joined in. They pulled to the culvert that runs on the side of the road and even though my Enforcer saw nothing to cause the commotion, she knew they were after something and it was her or the culvert. Poop bags went flying and she let go of the leashes. She immediately regretted letting go of the Coyote – we all know he’s a flight risk. She kept shouting his name (which we all know is useless) and she prayed that his leash would get caught on something. Bingo – her wish came true so she got down in the culvert and managed to grab him by the collar, unleash him, unleash The Boss and put The Boss’ leash on the Coyote (while threatening The Boss that if he so much as moved- he would get no breakfast). He didn’t move. My Enforcer doesn’t know what caused the PONDEMONIUM- but her best guess was a cat.

We’ve had some nice warm weather – perfect for rolling in the lawn in the mulched up leaves- and bringing those tiny pieces into the house. Yup – looks like a forest inside. It’s perfect!!

Time to get moving. Have a super duper day! You know I will!

Have a good one. Peace and paws up. Stay safe.

Well hello there blogees. It’s Elroy bringing you our latest exploits today.

Let’s begin with world news. First off – do you know who Champ and Major are? No? Allow me to tell you. In January, they will be assuming the roles of DOTUS when they move to their new home in the White House. Yup. After four dogless years, two canines will be again living in the most famous residence in the US. President-elect Joe Biden is owned by the two German Shepherds, and they will romping the halls of their new abode.

Now the whole election thing was tough. And boy oh boy, two leggeds can sure get crankier than a PON whose dinner is served late when it comes to politics. Lots of people liked the dogless President, and lots more people liked the dog-owning candidate. Humans. You can believe and support your political ideals. BUT – do it without name calling and respect for one another. Be NICE. Really. Or no treats for you.

In news here, I went for my last massage therapy appointment yesterday. Liz, the therapist, poked and probed and massaged all my muscles. And she gave me a completely clean bill of health. She could find no evidence of my muscle injury. I’m completely healed up. I can continue to play with the Shaggy Shark and I’m good to go when herding begins again. Liz was so nice – she gave me my very own special Halloween treat – a big biscuit in the shape of a leaf covered in orange icing!! How nice was that. And in typical Picard fashion, I tossed it in the air and stared at it when it hit the ground. Her Highness had to embarrassingly explain that I can be a picky eater. Ain’t that the truth. So we brought my lovely bakery creation home.

Tonight the Shark goes back to his school. We’ll see what kind of chaos he can cause there…

In the meantime, be good to each other. Wag your tails – not your tongues. Be an example of how you want to be treated. I’ve learned that if I bite at the Shark, he bites back. So it’s a lot more fun playing if we take it easy on each other. See – even I can be have some good advice like the PONs. Even if I am a picky Picard…,

Have a good one. Peace and paws up. Stay safe.

Howdy doody do blogaroos. It’s Squirmy Wormy PONdini here. Reporting my latest exploits and adventures. And boy I have a couple.

But first, a word about the Boss. So. He had his second Masters class last night. Remember how good he was the first night? Well we can sum up that initial good behavior in one word. Novelty. So last night wasn’t so novel. So he wasn’t QUITE as well behaved. Now it’s not that he was bad when he had to work. He did fine with that. It’s the down time while he’s waiting his turn to practice, that he started… well… being Frodo. What does Frodo do when he wants something? Or he is bored? He barks. So if he was waiting too long- he just looked at My Enforcer and barked. Usually once. Then if he didn’t get anything, he would bark again. In order to keep him quiet, My Enforcer kept rewarding him if he was silent. So they had a pattern going. He would bark. She would say “quiet”. He would be quiet. She would reward. He would bark. She would say “quiet”. She would try to stretch out the reward. But would feed him again. He would bark….You get the routine here. So that went on the whole class.

Oh – and I forgot what happened BEFORE they even got to class. The Boss hates crates. So last week on the way to and from class he panted and squeaked in the crate all the time. So. My Enforcer figured this time she would let him stay in the area behind the crate in the back of the vehicle. Didn’t matter. He still panted and squeaked. And then he tried to wedge himself between the crate and the back door. I think in an effort to stand and breathe on My Enforcer’s neck and to watch her driving. Well that was bad enough, but suddenly My Enforcer heard this buzzzzz sound. The back window going down. The Boss opened it himself. She panicked as she envisioned him jumping out. But thankfully, after riding for 30 seconds with his head out, he stepped back in and she quickly shut the window. And put on the safety lock. Needless to say he rode in the crate in the way home.

So all in all, an exciting evening. He was tired when he got home. And so was she.

But back to me. I met another new girlfriend yesterday. Gena is a German Shepherd who owns our friend and dog sitter, Wendy. So Gena and I met up (with the two leggeds) and went for an almost 2 hour walk!!!!! And I was good!! I was well mannered. And I learned that I didn’t need to worry if there were runners or bikers or people pushing strollers on the trail. Here’s me and my new girlfriend. I think I now have a harem.

We had a good time and I hope we go on another date soon!

Lastly, I have a question. Well maybe it’s more a fact. You know how mice can squish their bodies to get through even the smallest cracks? Well guess what! I must be part mouse!!! Last night when My Enforcer came back from class with The Boss, I was in my crate. The one that has three latches that you push down to secure the door. The one that also has a carabiner on it. In case I lift the three latches. Well. Before letting me out of my cell, My Enforcer went in the garage to fill our food bowls because we hadn’t had supper. Imagine her surprise when she came out and found me out of my crate!!! Here’s the space I got through.

That space is 2 inches wide. Yes. Two inches. Holy moly it wasn’t easy to push my way through. Yup. I’m part mouse.

My Enforcer said she needs more carabiners….

So that’s the scoop here. Oh- and the Coyote went to the express lane at the vet, and his butt is all hunky dory do again. He’s a happy camper. Thank goodness. Nobody wants to have a pain in the butt. Besides – he has me!!!

Have a good one. Peace and paws up . Stay safe.