SO The dog is an escape artist. This means that he is a clever little boy. The other day when we left him in the crate for 5 hours he got out and tore up my blinds. Last time we left him, my husband locked him in so tight that he couldn’t get out. He did chew through half of a 2×4 and bend the door backwards. Last night we left him for a few hours, but did some things differently. The kennel was reinforced then put into my bedroom with Animal Planet running and the light on. He decided it was time to try another break out and succeeded. This time, instead of pulling the door where it opens he pulled the door where it is hinged and was able to yank the metal back all the way, bending the door over and getting out. He then proceeded to take a look out the window *while ruining the bottom half of my blinds*, wallow on the bed *probably took a nap or two there*, peed on the floor *thank God it wasn’t on my clothes again*, ate some peanut M&Ms, got into my lotion spilling it all over his bed, chewed on the edges of my ironing boards, and did his level best to open the door. The door, thankfully, was locked or he would have been in my living area wreaking havoc.

My husband saw my over-emotional mad state. He then told me if it had been any other dog everything would have been destroyed in his wake. Hubby then posed the question: What did you expect?

I must be honest…I didn’t expect this:

I didn’t get a picture of the door after the second break out. It was bent nearly in half. He kept testing for weaknesses and found them. The doorknob he apparently knew needed to turn because that’s what he was trying to do. He keeps thinking we aren’t coming back but we always do. What are we going to do with this dog?