canine houdini

Few weeks ago my human dad decided to get a new driver's license because his US license was not valid here. My human mom had to go to the driving test with him, because the place was difficult to find for a not-local person. In process they had to leave me alone for several hours. It meant outsmarting me.

When I was a small puppy, they bought a metal framework consisting of five sections that could be unfolded and attached to each other. It then built a small cage.

So, when they left for the test, they put the framework up around the crate and next to the bedroom door and closed the door. They figured that way, I could sleep in my care and have little more room to move around outside the crate - without wandering around the house getting in trouble. Nice idea. It didn't work quite the way they thought.

When the test dragged on, my mom decided to come home ahead of dad. When she got home, I met her at the front door. Oh boy, you guys should have seen the look on her face! She looked like she had seen a ghost. I tried to keep straight face, wag my tail and look innocent...

When she run to see how I had managed to get out, she was up for a surprise. I had very carefully folded the framework next to the crate. I had made myself comfortable on the bed, but after awhile I got bored and managed to figure out how to open the bedroom door. After that I had my run of the house. I didn’t damage anything but the idea that 7 month old puppy has already figured out how to open doors and push back a steel framework was kind of scary. At least, that's what my folks said. Now they lock me up in the crate everytime they go out.

Now, this morning, my dad was in the office writing emails and I went to tell him that it was time for our nap. He ordinarily leaves the bedroom door open and keep me away from the bed with the frame. Now he found out why I kept insisting that we go to the bedroom. I was very proud of the fact that I had pushed the frame aside again and already made a place on the bed. I just wanted to invite him to join me. I think I have pretty much proven that “Canes are frighteningly intelligent.”